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nats-firefly · 2 months

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the bet

sorority!wandanat x reader

summary: tri delta and delta nu have a bet, you get caught in the cross fire

warnings: power bottom!wandanat, choking, smut 18+ only

a/n: repost! they're back

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

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Delta Nu and Tri Delta were known as the rival sororities on campus. Always the two every girl wanted to get into, the two to raise the most funds for whatever cause and the two who were always at each other’s throats. One week, the heads of the two sororities met and made a bet. Celibacy week. The house that broke first would have to give up their summer funding for parties, only relying on future fundraisers for party budget.

Usually, these bets wouldn’t affect you all that much. You even liked them sometimes, Natasha would get especially frustrated when things didn’t go her way and she would always come to her trusty roommate for some… stress relief.

But this bet, this bet sucked.

Not only was Natasha extremely sexually frustrated and on edge, but you had also found yourself becoming dependant on both Natasha and Wanda for your own stress relief. And now neither of them could come to your aid.

You tried though. And you were persistent. But Natasha is a more determined when she’s pissed off. And there was nothing that pissed her off more than having to share you. She noticed how much you would be on your phone and how you spent more and more time out of the apartment, and how your dirty laundry would have the faint smell Natasha recognized from meetings with Delta Nu.

You snaked your hands onto Natasha’s hips, pressing her between your body and the counter, making sure the outline of the silicone toy between your legs was clearly felt through your sweatpants. Natasha whimpered, her hips subconsciously pressing back against you. She turned around in your hold, her hand coming up to grip your throat and pull you towards her.

You turned her towards the kitchen island, hooking your hands under her thighs and propping her up. Her fingers pressed the sides of your throat and you moaned into her mouth, your lips moving perfectly against each other. She bucked her hips closer to the edge, feeling your cool fingertips sliding up her thigh.

All of a sudden, Natasha clenched her thighs shut, trapping your hand between her thighs as she pushed you away from her with clenched eyes. Her hand loosened its grip on your throat as your other hand slid down her leg.

“I can’t let her win this too,” You tilted your head, about to ask her what she meant when she hopped down from the counter, giving you a peck on the cheek before walking into her room.

You frustratedly closed the door to your room, plopping down on your bed and pulling out your phone, starting to text the only other woman who could tend to your needs at the moment.

it’s just a stupid bet, what’s the big deal? nobody has to know, wanda

You rolled your eyes, waiting patiently for the three little dots to appear.

did you forget you live with one of them

she has a name you know

whatever it is, no. I can’t.

I’ll get rid of her, please?

Wanda tapped her fingertips against her table, biting her lip in concentration. She huffed out a sigh, typing out a half-assed excuse, part of her already thinking of what she’d wear to your place.

if this fucks up my chances as delta nu president next year i’m holding you personally responsible get rid of her

You got up from your bed, grabbing your wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. You walked to Natasha’s bedroom, knocking on the door before you heard her voice telling you to come in.

“Do you wanna do me a favor?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck as you sat on her bed. She scrolled further down the online store’s website, clicking on a bodycon dress. She hummed, encouraging you to keep talking. “Can you go to the store and grab ice cream?”

“Why do I have to go?”

“Well, you’ve got all this pent up energy you can’t release right? Jog to the store.”

She hummed and stopped scrolling, turning her chair to your direction. You offered her the twenty dollar bill and she snatched it away from your hands. “Fine.”

“Thanks,” You smiled, getting up from her bed and making your way back to your room. Natasha found it odd but didn’t think about it too much. She put on her running shoes and slung a fanny pack over her shoulder before heading out the door, leaving your twenty dollar bill on the counter.

You heard the front door click shut and quickly texted Wanda.

she’s jogging to the store, you have like twenty minutes to get here

Wanda stood up out of her desk, sliding off her sweatpants and stepping into tight yoga pants. She packed her laptop and notebooks into her bag and walked out the door, grabbing a baseball cap before she left the house. She walked to your apartment and was there ten minute later, trying to ignore the smug smirk on your face as you ushered her into your bedroom.

You closed the door and pushed Wanda against the wooden surface, bringing her lips onto yours. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your lips against hers while her bag slid down her arm to rest gently on the floor. She caught herself when your hands started drifting up her sweater, making her push you back onto your bed. You fell backwards, propping yourself up on your elbows as she straddled your lap.

“You don’t get to call the shots today,” She gripped your hair and brought your lips back onto hers, her tongue moving against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands came to rest on her ass, making her buck hips into you and fuck, this was a bad idea.

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop,” You smirked up at her, making her grip your chin and push you into the bed, rolling her eyes as she got off your lap.

“I do,” She groaned, standing up again and moving to her back on the floor bringing it to the bed. “I even brought work to do.”

“You never stop, do you?” You asked, as she sat against the headboard, looking at you while she type on her computer and you pulled out your video game controller.

“If I did, I wouldn’t become president of Delta Nu next year,” She said, the sound her her nails clicking on the keys echoing in your ears.

“Easy there, champ, don’t your sisters have to elect you?” You joked as you clicked away on your controller, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.

“Yeah, but I’m not worried about that,” She said, her eyes drifting to the way your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your fingers flexed so easily around the controller. It all sent a wave of arousal straight to her core.

Wanda pushed her laptop off her lap, the crawled over to you, pushing your controller aside and straddling your hips once again.

“Ready to break the rules, Madam President?”

“The rule is I can’t have sex,” She said, bringing her lips onto yours. “Nobody said anything about touching.”

She gripped your wrists and led them under her shirt, making you smirk against her mouth. Her soft moans filled your ears and vibrated through your body, your fingertips pressing harder against the soft skin of her chest. Your lips trailed down her neck, her hands gripping onto your hair as she arched into you. You flipped her over onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs and continuing to kiss down her body.

Wanda moaned as she felt the shape of your strap press against her. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked on her skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to leave Wanda wanting more.

Wanda felt her desperation heighten, feeling like maybe, just maybe she would break the bet. Just as she was about to start tugging your shirt up your body, your head picked up, hearing Natasha open the door to the apartment. You looked at Wanda, a smirk tugging on your lips as you kissed up to her ear, softly shushing her.

“We have to be quiet now, angel,” You said, bringing her lips back onto yours. She continued kissing you, her eyes bursting open when the idea popped into her head. If she wanted anything with you tonight, she was gonna have to share you with Natasha.

But Wanda couldn’t just bring this up, and she wouldn’t be able to wait another day, celibacy week was almost over. She had to act now. And it had to be Natasha’s idea. Wanda started whining against your lips, at first softly, but getting increasingly louder.

Natasha walked through the door, stopping at the fridge to grab a water bottle as she caught her breath. She removed her earphones and moved closer to you door, hearing shuffling and muffled whining from the other side of the door.

“I’m back from the store,” She called through the door, making you pull away from Wanda and place your hand over the brunette’s mouth.

“Uhmm, you can put the ice cream in the freezer, I’ll get it late-OUCH!” You hissed at the sharp pain on your fingers, turning your gaze back to Wanda who had a grin on her face and she gripped your forearm over her shirt.

“Is everything okay?” Natasha said, walking into your room. She froze at the sight in front if her: Wanda pinned underneath you, one of your hands under her shirt while the other hovered above her mouth. The redhead’s eyebrows raised and a smug grin graced her features. “What do we have here.”

You pulled yourself off Wanda and walked over to Natasha gripping her hips and turning her around, pushing her towards the door. “We didn’t do anything, she didn’t lose the bet.”

Natasha stopped in her movements, all the pent up frustration she jogged off immediately returning. If anyone was gonna tiptoe around the grey area of the bet with you, it was gonna be her. There was no way in hell she would let Wanda have you all to herself. She turned around to face you before her gaze drifted to Wanda, who was still laying on the bed, her gaze completely locked onto Natasha.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” She simply said. Natasha’s lips turned upwards, her hands immediately pushing you back into your room.

“Now we just gotta make sure you keep your mouth shut,” Natasha’s eyes locked onto yours, the back of your legs finally reaching the bed, making you fall back on it. Wanda kneeled next to you, standing over you next to Natasha as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“You guys make it seem like you both weren’t practically begging me to fuck you earlier today,” You rolled your eyes, watching the two girls look over you like you were the last meal on Earth. Wanda rolled her eyes, leaning over and gripping your chin.

“Let’s put that mouth to better use,” Wanda shuffled off the bed, sliding her pants down her legs along with her underwear, Natasha quickly following her movements. Wanda was about to climb back onto the bed, but Natasha held her back, making the brunette look at her with a frown.

“I live here, I get to call dibs on her face,” The redhead said, moving her body up to your face. Wanda rolled her eyes, grabbing the hem of your sweatpants and pulling them down your body, revealing her favorite red strap.

“You tell another living soul about this and you’re moving out,” Natasha lowered her pussy onto your mouth before you had a chance to answer, her hips rolling onto your face as you stuck your tongue out. Natasha’s fingers gripped onto your hair, angling your head back as she bucked her hips onto you. Wanda groaned as she sunk down onto the toy between your legs, you could feel her weight shift on your hips as she bounced on your strap, your hands gripping the back of her knees and pulling her closer.

Wanda moaned, her nails digging into the skin of your stomach as she steadied herself. The stinging sensation made you moan into Natasha, the vibrations moving through her body and making her thighs squeeze around your head. They started off with a terrible pace, the two bucking their hips at the worst moments together. Your hands gripped Natasha’s hips as you pushed your strap deeper into Wanda, briefly halting her movements. Wanda screamed out in pleasure, the tip of the strap pressing against the perfect spot while you rolled Natasha’s hips onto your face, keeping your eyes on her as she contorted her face in pleasure.

Wanda and Natasha settled into the perfect pace, working off each other and making you groan in pleasure every now and then. Natasha pressed down onto your face, her arousal already dripping down your chin. Wanda whined, desperately bucking her hips, trying to reach her high, but not quite getting there.

“Do you need a little help, sweetheart?” Natasha cooed condescendingly at the brunette, making Wanda more frustrated than she already was. You lifted you chin up, sucking Nat’s clit into your mouth, making her body shudder. Natasha lifted herself off you, before turning around and straddling your face once again. You circled your thumbs onto Wanda’s legs, as she continued moving against you. Natasha gripped her chin and brought their lips together, her hands moving town to Wanda’s chest, tweaking her nipples as you pumped the toy deeper into Wanda.

One of Natasha’s hands moved up to Wanda’s throat, lightly squeezing the sides as she pulled away from the brunette. She moaned, bucking her hips faster against your face as you reached up to her hips and pressed her hips down onto you as you sucked on her clit. “Cum with me, Wanda.”

You felt Wanda’s arousal soak the strap just as Natasha’s hips stilled and her body shook over you, her orgasm washing over her like waves. Wanda brought their lips together once again, both girls using your body to ride out their orgasms, hair clinging to their skin as the caught their breath.

You licked Natasha clean before she pulled away from your face, letting you sit up and lift Wanda off you. Natasha moved off the bed to look for her underwear, ready to leave like she usually did after the two of you had your time. You leaned Wanda against the headboard, bringing your lips to hers then kissing down her body, the brunette’s hands entangling in your hair as your buried your head between her thighs, carefully running your tongue through her sensitive folds.

Natasha watched as you cared for Wanda the same way you would care for her, feeling a pang of jealousy course through her at Wanda’s soft laughter as you came up and kissed her cheek. Wanda moved to the side, allowing you to settle agains the headboard before she settled next to you, curling to your side.

“Uhm,” Natasha felt embarrassed watching, a prominent shade of pink gracing her cheeks as she avoided your gaze. “I’ll uh-”

“You can stay if you want,” Wanda said, pulling the blanket on the other side of you down, as you focused you attention on the tv.

“She’s right,” You said, secretly hoping neither woman noticed how much you desperately hoped she would.

“Okay,” Natasha leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest as she focused her attention at the tv. You nudged her shoulder, the motioned for her to inch closer, making her roll her eyes but moved closer nonetheless.

The three of your comfortably watched cartoons and talked for another few hours, not able to keep your hands to each other for most of the time. It was around 2 am when you finally closed your eyes, Natasha laying unconscious curled to your side. Wanda drew patters on your skin with her fingertips, the reflection of the tv glimmer bouncing off your phone catching her attention. She waited another few episodes to make sure you were both asleep before reaching over and snapping a picture before sending it to herself and deleting it off your phone.

She fell asleep with a smug smirk on her features, thinking she had the upper hand. What she didn’t know was that the following morning Natasha would do the same thing, snapping a picture of Wanda laying naked with you before tiptoeing her way out of your room to get ready for class.

And yeah, they both were still at each other’s throats, but maybe this bet wasn’t so bad after all.

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luciddownloading · 2 months

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Astrology Observations: Gemini Edition 🗣️

📱In the "classroom" of life, Gemini Sun, Gemini Moon and Gemini Rising each represent something different.

Gemini Sun is the teacher. They are the person with a lot of information to share but their methods will vary. You might not understand why they're trying to teach you something the way that they are or why they're telling you something. They can confuse or stump you or mentally challenge you. But, at some point, it clicks. Also, remember how, in school, you used to see your teacher as just a teacher and the fact that they had a whole other life and side to them outside of that was weird? That's how people experience Gemini Suns. They're viewed so heavily in one light that people struggle to see there's more to them

Gemini Moon is the student. There is always some new fact or tidbit to absorb to them. In the same way different students have different ways of learning, there is a wide range of Gemini Moons. Some of them are quiet and observant, some are scattered and never shut up, and some can be both, depending on the setting they're in. There is often an inferiority or superiority complex around their intelligence. They may be super-intellectual and bright and lean into that energy hard, like the proud valedictorian, or they may fear they're stupid and compensate with a class clown or airhead charm

Gemini Rising is the textbook. Or maybe even the whole curriculum. They keep people sharp and on their toes and you never know what you're going to get from them. A class project this week, a pop quiz the next. Gemini Rising is unpredictable but in a way that stimulates you and even feels good for you. Also, the textbook comparison fits because a) their body language and reactions are very easy to read and b) how you read them depends on your approach. You can do a quick "skim" and only get part of them or fully invest your time and energy into them and discover how interesting they really are

(I feel like my metaphors for Gemini were more descriptive than the other signs so far and that feels very fitting lol)

📱 Gemini Mars people can be VERY verbally aggressive. And I don't even just mean when they're mad. Their words intensely affect others. (This is also true of Aries Mercury and Mercury conjunct Mars but not to the same extreme)

If they make smart-ass remarks, edgy jokes or little digs, people can take it extremely personally or, if they don't know them well, suddenly dislike them. Also, the very talkative ones can drain others' energy easily or even piss people off with their talkativeness. "Can I get a word in edgewise?!" "Can you please stop talking?!" Gemini Mars folks are often an acquired taste and their old friends or loved ones may just have to tell others that this is just how they are and not to take it personally

📱 People with Gemini placements are the embodiment of "yes, the rumors are true". Gemini rules gossip and if there is any gossip spread about them, it's probably a fact. Even if it isn't, they will either just laugh it off or be delighted that people are discussing them. "Any press is good press" was probably first said by a Gemini person.

📱 Gemini Suns might just have the most notorious reputation in astrology. Although they are not all evil, obviously, a lot of them clearly fit that "split personality" stereotype and that can manifest in fascinating or chaotic ways.

The regular girl named Norma Jean who became the otherworldly icon Marilyn Monroe and the constant struggle she felt between both parts of her. The fact that Tupac loudly proclaimed "thug life" while also being a sensitive guy who loved poetry. Angelina Jolie, in her younger days, being both a compassionate UN ambassador and a scandalous siren. Every Gemini Sun displays that famous duality in some way

📱 Venus in Gemini gets a bad rap as "the cheater's placement" and that's not going to apply to many with this Venus sign. In fact, some of them may frequently be the victim of cheating themselves or made to be the "side piece" a lot. But, their romantic situations do get messy on a regular: love triangles, exes that persistently pursue you when you're with someone, being torn between two different romantic options, etc. Some sort of "third party" situation.

Gemini Venus people, unlike most, also find it possible to be in love with two people at once. They may be very happy with their current person yet still hold feelings for an ex. OR they can be that person that an ex will never stop loving, even after they've settled down. "The one that got away" energy

📱 Gemini Moons have very powerful relationships with their sibling(s). (And if they're an only child, it's probably a cousin) It can be an incredibly close bond from childhood or it can be an intense and complicated sibling rivalry (or both).

And yeah, siblings fight. But, a lot of Gemini Moons have downright cutthroat rivalries with a brother or sister. Yet, there's still a lot of love there and the fighting is like an expression of it. Their family may accept this but it's pretty crazy to outside observers

📱 Mercury in Gemini people would be very good at learning new languages and would really enjoy it. Their Mercury is extra-strong and would make it very easy to adopt a new way of communicating and understanding other people. Also, they need good hobbies to keep their overactive brains stimulated and learning another language would be a very fruitful hobby

📱 Gemini Risings can pull off just about ANY look. Even if it doesn't perfectly suit them, it still works. They can go blonde, brunette, ginger, even wild colors like orange or purple. They can rock long hair or switch to a pixie or buzz cut. And they can easily move from one type of attire to the next: formal to casual, masculine and feminine, clean-cut or grungy. It's best for them to experiment with their style or aesthetic and not get too stuck on one thing

📱 Gemini actually doesn't do as well alone and that's not talked about as much. People with Gemini placements function better when they have a partner of sorts consistently by their side, similar to Libra, whether it's a romantic partner or a friend or anyone else close to them.

Gemini is symbolized by the Twins and that doesn't just represent their inner twin/alter ego but a steady companion who really connects to them, understands their viewpoint/mentality or even expands their outlook. (This is why The Lovers card in Tarot is represented by Gemini) This could also be a spiritual twin of sorts who is both very similar to and very different from them in beneficial ways. Without this influence, Gemini people aren't at their best

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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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can i request headcanons of what the monster trio+Usopp and Law think of Goth reader who wears all black, has tattoos and piercings, and loves horror ?? and who would like goths the most?? and idk how but could u mix a little nsfw with this if possible?? thank u!!

Yes, sure thing, here we go with some headcanons ! I didn't add nsfw for Luffy because I do not write smut for him. But for the others, there's a bit of nsfw at the end. Hope it meets your expectations, thank you for requesting :D

☆Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp & Law with a goth s/o

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, both sfw and nsfw, mention of alcohol for Zoro, mention of bullets for law, mention of blood and murder still for law (he’s talking about a horror movie)

WC : 2,4K

Luffy

Luffy's open-mindedness and curiosity would lead him to ask many questions about your style. He finds it cool.

"When did you discover this lifestyle?", "What's the meaning of your tattoo?", "What's your fav piercing?"

At random times, he would touch your tattoos and then, questions time again, "Is it really in your skin? Can you take showers with them, it doesn't fade? Oh wait, look, I can slide my finger into your earring gauge. All those piercings, woh, you must have a lot of holes."

He's so innocent, help.

Of course, he would love to try some goth clothes or to wear make-up just like you. Good luck, he's an incompetent model. Always fidgeting. He is unable to remain still. He would be quite annoying. You would clearly have a lot of struggles to draw a beautiful eyeliner on his over-smiling face.

And you know, those scenes where he's imitating Sanji or Chopper? He would imitate you. Not to make fun of you, just because Luffy loves that kind of imitation.

He believes that his full black outfit and stunning eye-liner make him look really cool. He would be so proud to show the good job you made on him to everyone.

Even while sleeping, he would keep his make-up on. He doesn't know that make-up needs to be removed.

If you want to watch a horror movie, he may freak out because it was really scary or he may laugh heartily because it was quite funny. Especially in a slasher movie. He thinks that the characters' terrible decisions are amusing. "That was hilarious!"

He would love to trace your tattoos with his fingers. Luffy is fond of physical touch with his loved ones, so yes, his hands would be glued to your tattoos all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, I have an idea for your next tattoo!" While showing you a really ugly drawing. This guy can't even draw a proper circle so a full tattoo…

He wants to see it on your body now, so good luck.

Zoro

CW : slight roux sex, oral sex (Zoro receiving), slight dacryphilia

Zoro is so oblivious and stoic that he doesn't care much about anything. He's not into fashion or trends; the only thing he's truly interested in is saké and training. He would not really care about what you're wearing, like he doesn't even know it's called gothic. For him, it's just black clothes, make up, tattoos and piercings. It's fine as long as you enjoy your outfit.

"Ugh, it's called goth… I thought it was just black clothes…"

However, if someone dares to make a mean comment about your style, he would be pissed off. Zoro craves honor and respect, so he would get really angry. No one can make fun of his s/o.

"Ain't no fucking way" if you want to put make-up on his face. Paint his nails black is the only thing you can do.

I believe he would be fond of your piercings. He has some earrings himself, and he thinks they're cool. He would offer you some jewels sometime. "I thought it would look cool on you." Although his appearance is stoic, he has a genuine desire to please you.

And if you two are watching a horror movie together… honestly he would just fall asleep. Saw? Sleeping. Conjuring? Sleeping. Alien? Sleeping. The silence of the lambs? S.l.e.e.p.i.n.g. You just can't freak out Zoro. But he would enjoy having a peaceful moment with you.

NSFW

Zoro would be thrilled if you got a tattoo on your back. What a beautiful sight when he takes you roughly from behind: he can watch his cock sliding in and out of you, your ass, and your back tattoo. He would retrace your tattoo with his hands and bite or lick it. All. The. Time.

Another thing he would enjoy? Your tongue piercing. "That's it, put this piercing into good use" while you're literally gagging on his cock slamming deep down your throat. The way you piercing rolls along his length or on his tip would elicit deep, low grunts from Zoro. Your watery eyes, faded eyeliner, and black drops running down your cheek would be a major turn-on for him. "Fuck, you look so pretty with your make-up all messed up."

Sanji

CW : oral sex (reader receiving), penetrative sex (no mention of genital for the reader), for the last paragraph, the reader is wearing a skirt + fishnet tights, but no pronoun used

Sanji would love your style. He likes fashion and well-dressed people. He thinks that black outfits combined with beautiful smoky eyes and some piercings is an amazing style.

But well, it's Sanji, so even if you were wearing a paper towel outfit, he would still think you're the most beautiful person in the whole universe.

He would be a fantastic help with your makeup. Are you in need of flawless eyeliner? Just leave it to him. Same with the lipstick or even nail polish. He is a divine being with hands and he probably learned a few things during the time skip.

He would have a great time watching scary movies with you. Because it means spending time with his s/o. He would prepare some healthy snacks for the both of you. But on the flip side, he's not a big fan of violence, so he would take this opportunity to get closer to you. "Oh, so scary!" Before holding you firmly. And no letting you go before the end of the movie.

Sanji would be more than happy to help you choose new clothes, make-up, or jewelry. He has really good taste. And he would try some outfits himself just to please you.

"Y/N, try this one" while showing you a shirt with a big low-cut neckline. Just because he likes to watch your chest.

If you have a tattoo on your chest, prepare yourself because Sanji's hands would be glued on it. It's too beautiful to resist, he can't help it.

Whenever you get a new tattoo, he will certainly aid you in applying the cream. He's more than happy to lend a hand if it involves touching you.

NSFW

When you're watching a movie, Sanji would enjoy the "chill" time more than the "movie" time. He would begin to retrace all of your tattoos while the movie is still running before going down on you. "Let's see if you can scream more than those guys on screen."

The way you look at him with those beautiful made-up eyes while he's thrusting into you? Intoxicating. The passion, the eyeliner, the make-up…. If you begin to kiss his neck, smearing your lipstick on his skin, his cock would be throbbing within you. It's too much for him to handle.

If you're into wearing skirts and fishnet tights, Sanji would definitely nosebleed. He would just pin you against the wall or sit you on the table, hike up your skirt, and slowly sink his length into you, moaning close to your ear.

Usopp

CW: slight fingering (reader receiving), slight cum play

At the start, he would be impressed by you. Once Usopp gets accustomed to your style, he would absolutely love it.

Your aesthetic, particularly your tattoos and jewels, would be a great source of inspiration for him. Since he is a god of his hands, he would create some outfits and jewels for you.

To surprise you, he would work really hard on a beautiful tattoo. Unlike Luffy, he is skilled at drawing. He also knows your tastes, so honestly, the final piece would be mesmerizing. Usopp would be very proud if you tattooed his drawing on your skin.

"R-really, you… you tattooed my drawing on your skin?" With a flustered expression and his heart pounding.

Even though Usopp doesn't share the same musical/cinematographic tastes, he would try to learn more about your likes. Despite his dislike for scary movies. Our poor Usopp would be so freaked out, especially with the jump scares. At the conclusion of the movie, he would become clingy and even fearful of sleeping alone in the dark.

He's a dreamer and a good storyteller, so seeing your outfits would help him with his inspiration. He loves to imagine stories and would end up daydreaming about you wearing specific outfits in specific situations. Occasionally, he would draw you.

Perhaps he could make a weapon that is based on your favorite music or movie. He's so creative.

He's a coward so piercings/tattoos are not for him, but he would help you take care of yours. And he's really conscientious about it.

The same applies to your hairstyle or make-up, Usopp knows how to cut hair and he's good with make-up because he's an artist. Please let him do your make-up and hair. He's fond of those moments of intimacy.

NSFW

"Hey y/n… so I have an idea… you know… your outfit is quite… pretty. I'd love to draw you… but you know, like… a spicy drawing… I mean, an artistic one… you see?" he would babble so much. Poor Usopp is so embarrassed. But he can't help it, you're really inspiring his creative soul. And as you accept being drawn in some suggestive positions, Usopp would try his best to keep both hands on his pencil and hide how turned on he is. But his hard cock pressing against his pants is unavoidable. Please, have mercy.

Another fantasy of his? Painting of your naked body. The sight of your bare body is breathtaking. Usopp would have a lovely and sweet time painting your curves. The softness of his touch and all his mesmerizing comments about how amazing you are, are quite adorable. His hands would be heavenly soft and he would have a glimmer of pride in his eyes because he's truly doing a great job. "Y/N… I need you so bad…" while watching at your exposed bare bottom. With your consent, sure, he would slide two fingers into you, moaning through gritted teeth. He would slide his hard cock between your ass cheeks until he cum. His seed would be on your back, thighs, almost everywhere. "Now, what a beautiful painting."

Law

CW : slight dirty talk, slight teasing, slight nipple play, slight choking

Law being... Law, he would not be very vocal about his thoughts. Like, you want to wear black clothes? Okay. A lot of piercings? Okay. You like horror movies? Fine. He has too much on his plate to care about that type of thing.

But he would be really curious about your tattoos. At first, he would stay silent because he is aloof. After some time, he would be happy to learn more about the meanings of your tattoos, if they have one. And if not, just how did you get the idea. There's a chance he'll talk about his own tattoos.

Law finds it difficult to communicate, so having something in common with him would make it easier. He is interested in discussing art with you, or even getting a tattoo with you. Law would love this date idea.

As a skilled doctor, he would be extremely attentive to the healing process. "Y/N-ya, don't forget your cream." all the day. He would leave a note if he's not around.

Putting make-up on his face is not an option. "I don't need make-up anyway, I already have dark circles under my eyes." He's not wrong in fact

Law would probably be uneasy with certain horror movies. Particularly if it can trigger his past trauma. If the plot is about sickness or people taking a bullet, he's not willing to watch it and even mad if you try to force him to.

If it's a random slasher or something paranormal, it’s okay. And he knows a number of movies. However, he would be extremely irritating. Like, pointing out all the incoherences and the jump cuts. Again, he's a doctor, so whenever there's a gore scene, he can't help but comment on it. "Ugh, it's so ridiculous, it doesn't look like this. You know that Y/N-ya, right? In fact, when people are killed like this, the organs are damaged... first, the..." Prepare yourself for a complete explanation during the movie. "The blood is unrealistic and the costumes are cheap, it's awful."

He's such a nerd.

Law probably shares your musical tastes, so perhaps he could create a playlist for you. Without any word, just like "Hey, listen to this Y/N-ya" before returning to his office.

NSFW

Piercings? Big yes. Nipple piercing? Total heaven. For hours, Law would suck and bite your nipples. Or pinch them. It's so intoxicating for him. "Your nipples are so damn hard, you like when I play with them?"

Law would be delighted to use a mirror when he plows into you from behind, as he loves your tattoos. The nice jiggle on your ass, all your tattoos wet with sweat, how you squirm and the expression of pure bliss on your face… "You're so beautiful when I'm fucking you" If you're wearing that kind of tight chain necklace, he would brutally pull on, enjoying how you're gagging. And as he buries your head against the pillow, he would love to watch the faded makeup on your face and the marks on the pillow. "You look cute when you bite the pillow." He would say, slapping your ass before continue to fuck you senseless.

And Law, as the teaser he is, would just love running his fingers along your tattooed skin for hours. Making you tremble with anticipation and desire. He would trace each line and curve from your neck to your ankles, avoiding all your sensitive areas. "You're already so turned on… for absolutely nothing. You need me so badly, y/n-ya? "

He loves your tattoos and he knows you love his. So while he fucks you, his tattooed fingers would be wrapped around your neck. "My fingers are quite a beautiful collar for you, don't you think? " With his favorite teasing grin. It's written " death " on them for a good reason, because you're here to discover what "a little death" means.

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werywrenniethoughts · 4 months

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Help Wanted 2: Lets Talk About Sun (Spoilers for Help Wanted 2!)

Okay,

I've had some time to digest Help Wanted 2. What a freaking roller coaster. I'm assuming you all have played/watched/seen Help Wanted 2, so be advised if you haven't seen everything we have access to so far, I'll be bringing it up.

One thing I'll say upfront is its nice to know Sun and Moon ARE older like I theorized. They're tied to the Fall Festival which took place in 1970 per one of the prize collector posters and the fact they deal with the carousel. I think Steel Wool also tried to point out and confirm Moon is patient zero for....I guess I should say Vanny's influence in the PizzaPlex. He's definitely the favorite to be pitted against us. I'm STILL losing my mind over the Princess Quest Ending.

So, the DCA fandom has been all across the board, ranging from "I love sassy Sun" to "Sun is SO mean. This ruins my headcannon." I don't think it really does. At least, it doesn't have to.

Our first encounter with Sun in front of us is Arts and Crafts. This minigame is located in the world we eventually learn is AR. We also are clearly a new FazBear hire. Sun is definitely sassy, and let's face it, VERY critical of what he defines as a mistake. BUT the flip side of that coin is he is still nice when you do the art correctly. He calls you friend, he wants to help you. If the player eats the crafts, he loses his mind. It's because he's worrying for the player due to the effects eating the crafts will have on them, ie: "That is how you get ulcers!". (By far, MY FAVORITE line of Sun's btw. Kellen stated that line and the indigestion line were both improved btw- genius.) He still doesn't want Moon to get you, he doesn't want to get in trouble. The one threat is after you've been hitting him several times and you've outright pissed him off. (I personally, think the "I should turn off the lights myself" was a drama king being a drama king.) Then we take the mask off. We see everything destroyed and Sun acts like the Sun we've always known. "I'm perfectly fine where I am. It's better this way. It's safer this way." "Keep the generator on. Without it I won't be able to help you." He's the same as he's always been. We've just seen a new layer.

What we ultimately have to come to terms with, is that Sun is a control freak and a perfectionist. He thinks he "has" to be. He doesn't want you to move from your craft table so he can watch you like a hawk. Do the job you are assigned. Get in, get out. Do the art HIS way, and follow HIS rules. If you don't, bad things can happen. Bad things HAVE happened. Another explanation could also be that maybe he isn't as free of the glitch trap virus as we thought? He can be sassy, he can be brutally honest, he can be concerned for us, for children, and his own darkness can rear its head, all at the same time.

Steel Wool could also be trying to slam into our faces that Sun is incomplete. He is one-half of a whole. He has good intentions, he means well at his core, but he cannot stop, regroup, and act rather than react. He gets stressed, and can't cope and adjust. Instead, he demands control back when he feels like he's about to lose it. Moon is calm, calculating, and logical. It's why they need to be whole and why Sun is so grateful to Cassie when she fixes them to become Eclipse. As Eclipse, they both find the parts of themselves they've so desperately needed.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #help wanted 2 spoilers #fnaf theory #sun and moon fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf the daycare attendant #daycare attendent #sundrop #fnaf sundrop #fnaf eclipse

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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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So like what if Adam didn't die and lute managed to come out of the battle WITH an arm?

I want both of them to suffer a little so hear me out

What if our dear reader is an exorcist? So of course she's an angel!

What'll their reaction be if the two witnessed their dear close friend, the sweetest angel and friend they had the fortune to meet in their long lives, sacrifice herself so that the two of them would go back safely? (Forcing herself to go beyond her limits, healing all of their wounds and even opening a portal back to heaven just for the two of them.)

+ the fact that they're both horrible people and the only person who cared for both of them, tended their wounds, always there to back them both up, is now gone?

Angst is calling for me to make the two of them suffer a lil

Omg yes! This is such a good idea! I love making characters suffer! ALSO I do every request so don’t be afraid to send them! And it may take me some time to get to them, but I shall get to them. Sorry it took so long hope you enjoy! By far the favorite thing I’ve ever wrote. Like legit made me cry.

“I’m so fucking sorry!”

Part One| Part Two

Masterlist

Warning: death, angst, cursing

Summery: Adam and Lute watch you die, the only person they loved

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“Are you guys sure about this? I mean what if her father shows up?” You spoke to the two exterminator angels.

They both looked to you simultaneously and there eyes softened on your worried form. Lute was the first to speak up to ease your worries. “It’s gonna be okay. Lucifer was the one who let us do this yearly anyways.” You nodded your head. She was right but you still worried.

“Don’t worry about it, hot stuff. If he shows up I can handle him.” Adam spoke ever so confidently. “Promise?” You were so afraid for them. Adam walked over and gave you a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Promise.” You reached out for Lute, wanting her to join the hug as well.

As she joined the hug you spoke from between their chest. “After the battle let’s all go and have a beach day.” The two angels laughed and agreed.

—

You hurried to Lute as you so saw her rip her arm off. You never flew so fast in your life. When you got to her you stopped her from flying after Vaggie. “We have to help Adam!” She spoke frantically.

“And I will. You need to sit down and let me help you first.” You sat her on the ground and placed your hands over where her arm should be.

A white glowing light came from your hands as you focused on rebuilding her arm. You started to feel dizzy as blood pooled in your moth. You could see black spots but when you were down Lutes arm had been good as new. You would t even know it’s been severed if not for her uniform sleeve. You two went to stand but the ground rumbled. You looked up and saw a golden light. Adams golden light came down in the middle of the hotel.

You quickly threw Lute away from the beam and got hit instead. A cut was in your shoulder. In went clean through. Your arm was fucking toasted from the severed nerves. You finally blacked out.

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“Welcome to heaven.” Saint Peter spoke as you arrived at the golden gates. Though you weren’t interested in him, more so the man beside him talking to another female. “Then when the concert was over a BUNCH of girl came to the back to meet me. It was awesome.” The man spoke. You quickly intruded the conversation. “You play in a band?”

The man is what seemed like a mask turned to look at you, while sipping his drink loudly. “Sure am babe! Your looking at the first man!” Your eyes widened, but not because he was first man. “What part in the band do you play.”

You showed no interest in him being the first man. Normally that would piss him off but this time he didn’t care. “Guitarist.” Your smile widened.

You looked to the girl, clearly wanting her to joking the conversation as well. “Are you apart of the band?!” You were so excited and nice. It felt refreshing for Lute. “No.” Her voice sounded cold, though talking to you sparked a warmth inside her. “I’m Y/N.”

Lute smiled and extended her hand. “Lute.” You started to excitedly shake her hand. Happy to make a new friend.

Adam wrapped his arm around you both. “I’m Adam.” Well two new friends.

—

“You guys what?!” You asked, eyes wide at what just came out of Adams mouth. It was a slip up on Adams part. They had just gotten done with the extermination and Adam was use to telling you everything. So he may have slipped up and started talking about the extermination.

“Listen babe. It has to be done.” Adam was worried. Worried that you would get kicked out of heaven if Sera found out you knew.

Lute was the one who explained the whole situation. How the sinners were up-rising. How it needed to be done to protect heaven.

To both Adam and Lutes surprise you understood. It made them happy that you were accepting of it. For the first time they truly felt like someone wouldn’t leave. Sure they had each other before this but there friendly relationship really started from you being there glue.

“Okay babe but now that you know you have to become an exterminator like us.”

That made you nervous but Adam and Lute always stayed with you during it. They also didn’t expect you to kill anyone. All you needed to do was wear the uniform one day a year.

—

You stared at the papers that needed to be done. Since you didn’t kill the demons you demanded to do Adams paperwork.

You slowly blinked. You were tired but you had an hour to finish this and give it to Sera.

A coffee was placed right in front of you. You looked up and saw Lute. You smiled at her and grabbed the coffee. You also grabbed her hand and gave her a friendly kiss on the lips.

It was something you two had started doing recently. A way to give each-other the attention you craved.

Just as that had happened Adam walked through the door. His eyes widened. You were quick to explain it was platonic before he could assume anything. One he understood what happened he demanded you start doing that with him. He demanded the same thing from Lute as well.

As time went on many people believed you were in a poly relationship. But y’all were platonic friends who did romantic things sometimes.

Sure y’all all had sex together quite a bit, but no one ever felt any romantic feelings. It was all friendly and it felt natural.

—

You groaned awake at the sound of Adam shouting. “All of man-kind came from these nuts!” You opened your eyes to see Lute staring down at you, panic in her eyes. You smiled at her. Though your moment was cut short at the sound of Adam gasping. You looked over to him and saw a little maid stabbing him. You and Lute shouted Adams name as your hurried to fly to him. Fuck.

“Adam look at me your going to be fine.” You spoke your tone in confidence despite the tears running down your face. He smiled at his two girls looking over him.

He may have lost two wives, but he gained two best friends he would never replace for a damn thing.

You started to heal his wound with your hand like you did Lutes arm. You could feel pain all throughout your body as you pushed your limits. Your eyes started bleeding as did your nose.

Lute was conflicted as she watched you. She knew you needed rest but she didn’t want Adam to die. All you had to do was save Adam she would get you to a hospital.

But you weren’t making it back.

As Adam eyes opened he felt better than the first day he was made. He looked to Y/N and she smiled at him. Happy he was okay. He went to talk but she fell to his side. Her breath shallow. He hurriedly got up and looked her up and down. At that moment the portal closed and all the angels were gone beside him, you and Lute.

“Fuck babe look at me.” Your eyes were distant but you focused back in on him. Your Adam. Your apple.

“I love you, Apple. I love you too, wild girl.” You said to them both. Making them cry harder. “I love you too. More than anything.” They both said to her simultaneously. You closed your eyes and a portal opened.

“Fuck!” Lute shouted. She knew you weren’t going to make it.

“I’m so fucking sorry!” He spoke loudly as your eyes started to flutter closed. “It’s okay. Be happy. And go have that beach day.” Lute sobbed in her hand as she fell to the ground.

Adam gripped to you harder his tears falling to your chest as he cried silently. He couldn’t shout anymore. “Come back to us.” He whispered. You didn’t complete his wish. The one time you didn’t give him what he wished for.

Your breathing stopped and your halo fell. “I’m sorry baby.” Adam cooed in your ear, as he started to rock the two of you. Begging for god to give him back the one of the two woman he ever loved. You and Lute.

He looked to the sky. “You cruel manipulative bastard! Was a good person. I thought god was supposed to be merciful.” Lucifer watched as the first man shared the same rage he once had with god. “I have never asked for anything! I didn’t ask for Lilith. I didn’t ask for Eve! All I ask is to bring Y/N back to us.” But god did not respond. Leaving Adam to turn his rage to the group watch.

“I will kill you all!” He shouted, the tears coming from his eyes seeming endless. “I will have my vengeance.”

He picked you up as Lute grabbed your halo. The two walked through the portal.

They did have that beach day, but it was your funeral. Where your body was buried where no one could find. Only him and Lute. The two hugged each other as they both lost the person they loved most.

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OMG I HAVE NEVER CRIED WHILE WRITING SOMETHING UNTIL THIS DAY! But I hoped you enjoyed! And I do take requests so please send away!

- kelp 💛 (someone help I’m dying from heartache)

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader #x reader #lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute

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illwynd · 9 days

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Eternally confused by assertions that Thor and Loki don't like each other.

They love each other, obviously. And sometimes they fuckin hate each other (well, Loki sometimes hates Thor. And Thor is sometimes at least very goddamn righteously pissed off at Loki, whether he'd call it "hate" or not.)

But they do also like each other.

Thor clearly likes Loki. Enjoys and appreciates his company and admires many things about him, despite their many conflicts. And although that's a comics reference, consider Thor's "well of course I want to have my brother come with me on an adventure!" attitude when he's trying to convince his friends to go to Jotunheim with him at the beginning of Thor 2011, and it seems like it's pretty applicable to the MCU as well, at least before TR's moronic retcons.

Is it mutual, though?

... is that a real question?

Loki idolizes him, wishes he could measure up to him, thinks the sun goddamn rises and sets on Thor. "Loki felt no rancor [...] -- his stepbrother was perfect: beautiful, powerful, golden. He adored him. And if Thor repaid that adoration with little slights and humiliations, it was a price Loki was only too willing to pay for his company" (R. Rodi, Loki: Blood Brothers). Yes, another comics reference, but doesn't that also jibe with the movie depiction of Loki who clearly has a less than ideal relationship with the rest of Thor's crew but hangs out with them nonetheless because that's the only way to spend time with Thor?

Genuinely, I can't think of a better metric for liking someone than wanting to hang out with them even when the circumstances make that less than fun for other reasons. Seeing their company as satisfying even if you're both just sitting there doing something that would otherwise suck. And they both seem to have each other as first choice for that, with everyone else a very distant second if they rank at all.

So I just don't get how anyone can try to slot them into some cliche of "siblings who love each other i guess but also can't stand each other at all." These dumb bastards would spend their lives in each other's pockets if they could. They probably had their own secret language as kids, like figured out a way to get around the Allspeak to invent one no one else could understand. Anyone else that either of them dates had better be ready to have the other brother as a constant topic of conversation, because the moment you express annoyance at that they're going to be shoving breadsticks into their bag and making excuses to gtfo. "they don't like each other" what the fuck are y'all talking about.

#thorki #loki meta #thor meta #grand unified theory of loki #theories of thunder #sorry but idc #marvel salt

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komelrebi-san · 2 months

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xiao is in love!

a/n: so sorry for not posting for so long i was dying from school 😭

@zhonglisbeloved my love <3

feat. xiao + not being able to understand what this weird fluttery feeling in his chest is

contents: gn! reader, feat! aether + paimon, modern high school AU, pure fluff!, oblivious xiao and oblivious reader and aether trying his best to be cupid

don't like, don't read

xiao thinks you'd passed on some kind of bug onto him.

it's so annoying, he thinks. this weird fluttery feeling in his chest when he sees your smile; the way that he just feels hot all over when you wave at him and suddenly his face is bright red; the fact that his palms go sweaty and clammy and his knees shake when you speak to him.

it's so annoying.

he swears, if you ever talk to him again, he's probably going to pass out. this annoying sickness isn't going away. it's like you've plagued his mind as well, all he can do is grumble about you and resent the fact that you'd passed something onto him.

he hates you. he really does. he hates the fact that now he can't shake you off, because he feels his breath hitch and his mind go cloudy at the tiniest things you do.

he really hates you. so much. he resents you.

'oh xiao~' paimon cooed one day during lunch, tilting her head. 'you're in love!' xiao glanced at the little girl, scowling as his face immediately flushed red.

'shut up.' he grumbled. why does this munchkin of a girl sit with him and aether anyway? how old is she, even? she looked like a toddler.

'...i think paimon's right.' aether chuckled, gently pushing paimon out of the way so that she could go sit with the other girls, leaving the both of them alone.

'i hate them.' xiao spat, crossing his arms and huffing. 'they're so annoying and they just- they just irritate me. their very existence frustrates me.'

'how come?' aether furrowed his brows. he was confused, to say the least. he knew you had the biggest fattest crush on him, and it's obvious that xiao liked you too.

'they just piss me off.' xiao huffed, turning his head away. 'and i think they passed some silly illness onto me and it's not going away.'

'illness?' aether looked up at him from his lunch. were you ever sick in the last few weeks?

'i just feel so hot and bothered when they're around. my hands go shaky and clammy. i can't even function properly anymore.' xiao scowled. 'i can't even feel myself breath properly around them.'

ah, there it was. aether thought. he's definitely in love.

'but why are you so certain that it's a bad thing?' aether chuckled. this whole situation amused him greatly. xiao? in love? goodness, has the sun decided to rise from the west instead of the east?

'because i can barely think straight around them. it's frustrating.' xiao deadpanned, clearly exasperated. 'you just don't get me, do you? wait until you catch the same sickness as well.'

as if on cue, paimon's loud giggles were heard from across the cafeteria. aether grinned at seeing paimon dragging you over. ah, it seems she's already planned it out.

'xiao! say hi!' paimon stopped in front their table, pushing you in front.

'hey.' you smiled softly, giving both boys a cute little wave. immediately, xiao's cheeks flushed a crimson red and he quickly turned his face away.

aether glanced at paimon, and paimon winked back. oh, xiao's in love.

#genshin x reader #genshin x reader fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x reader fluff #genshin xiao #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #xiao drabble #genshin imagines #xiao imagines #genshin drabble #genshin impact imagines #xiao x you #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #genshin x you #xiao x reader imagine #xiao x gn! reader

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - MVP

"Come on! That shot was easy! Even a baby could have done it, even Cedric here!" Buck shouted in full voice.

Cedric tried to crawl into the plastic seat he was sitting in even further. If there was a dictionary entry for "cringe", there would be a picture of his father right next to it. The older man had been drinking heavily since noon, and when he wasn't shouting about how much better he was than everyone else, he was busy humiliating Cedric. Sometimes, like right now, he even managed to do both at the same time.

His dad, Buck, was the very definition of a redneck. From drinking during the day to the pickup truck he drove, everything about that 40 year old man fit together to form one big cliché. He was loud, drunk and always ready to pick a fight. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that you were doing something wrong or that you should try harder. And of course, he was always better than everyone else, at least in theory. The very definition of the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Cedric, on the other hand, was nothing short of a nerd. He had been raised by his mother after his parents divorced when he was three years old and was a smart guy. With his 20 years, he was already half way through university and working towards a Master's degree in computer science. But all that meant little to Buck. He couldn't stand anyone who wasn't as dumb as he was, and he especially hated nerds. Of course, another thing that made their relationship difficult was that Cedric was gay - a fact that Buck knew and constantly made fun of every chance he got.

Every now and then, Cedric tried to better his relationship with his dad, like today, where they went to a hockey game together. Cedric hated every second of it. The mind-numbing sport, the shouting, the drinking, the cliché male atmosphere... and of course his father. Well, it was halftime already, not much longer to endure.

"Hey, are you listening, boy?" Buck's pronunciation was slurred slightly, as he leaned closer.

"I said that I need to take a piss!" Buck said more loudly than necessary. "Come!"

Cedric didn't know why he had to come along, but he groaned and followed his father.

Since it was halftime, there already was a long line of men in front of the public restroom.

"See, that's what I'm talking about, they don't teach you the useful shit in your fancy school." Buck grumbled and pointed at the line. "Now look at them. They're all waiting their turn like good little boys. And they're gonna miss half of the game. Come on, this way."

Buck led Cedric through maintenance corridors until they arrived at a door, which he opened with a grand gesture.

"But this locker room here is never ever used. The players are all out in the field now and the door is always unlocked. If I were the manager here, I'd fire the janitor."

Buck shrugged his shoulder and walked to one of the steel urinals on the wall.

"You stand watch while your old man does his business!"

All of this made Cedric really uncomfortable. This was basically breaking into an area they were not supposed to be in, and he had to stand here and watch over his horrible dad.

Something on the ground caught his attention and he bent down to pick it up. A curious coin was lying on the floor. He pocketed it to show it a friend who was into collecting later. Perhaps at least something positive would come out of this.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by his father shouting loudly: "What the fuck!"

As he looked over, he saw that Buck was looking down at his crotch. At first, Cedric thought it was some kind of bad joke, but the surprise seemed genuine. Curiosity got the better of him and Cedric looked over. At first, he didn't understand what was wrong until he saw his dad's cock. It was really big, really dark and really stiff. Cedric didn't know why Buck was so aroused all of a sudden, but then he noticed something was clearly wrong. As he was watching, the stiff member got even darker and, more importantly, even longer. It was growing out in a frightening speed and looked less and less like flesh by the second.

"What's going on? Hold on, I'm gonna call the ambulance." Cedric took out his phone and cursed under his breath. No reception. Then he froze. The hand that was holding his phone was wrong. It was not his hand, but it was much bigger. His whole body was tingling weirdly, as his frame shot up in height and width. All of a sudden, his clothes felt tight and uncomfortable, and Cedric struggled to get out of them.

"What the hell?" He muttered, as he watched himself grow larger quickly. He was still wearing his jeans, but they were too small for him now. He quickly pulled them off and threw them away before he looked over to his dad again.

The older man had his own troubles. His cock had grown to at least 75 cm length by now and was obviously made out of blackened wood. The tip was larger and bent. Overall, it looked like a hockey stick that was firmly attached to the older man’s groin and just finished growing into the full size.

Just then, a clacking noise was heard as something fell down to the ground below Buck. He looked down to see a hockey puck between his legs and his face went white as he grabbed between his legs with his left hand.

"That's my balls! That's my freaking balls!"

Meanwhile, Cedric's body was becoming more and more muscular. His bi- and triceps grew huge, and his legs got stronger with firm muscles as well.

A slight coating of hair grew in on his pecs that became more manly and impressive by the moment. Impressive was also a good word to describe his crotch! A large cock and balls surrounded by some curly manly hair hung proudly between his massive legs.

Meanwhile, Bucks cock had finished transforming into a hockey stick. His clothing dissolved and revealed a most unusual sight: The skin on his upper body was getting redder, unnaturally so. However, below the waistline, his legs turned a bright blue. His whole body puffed out and looked more and more like synthetic fabric, probably polyester. His head on the other hand, became red and shiny metallic with his face forming into a protective metal grate.

Buck's crotch, which was already cock- and ballless turned into a protective cup, complete with jockstrap.

Cedric could only watch in shock as his former father collapsed to the ground, now nothing more than a heap of protective gear for a star hockey player. A hockey player like... Cedric? Cedric held his head, which squared out into a manly, rugged face. Yes, that seemed right. He needed to hurry, halftime was nearly over. He needed to get back to the ice, to bring his team to victory!

Cedric briefly wondered why he had stripped completely just to use the urinal, but he finished pissing quickly and got dressed again.

The bulky hockey uniform that was once Cedric’s father felt proud of his son for the first time as he tightly wrapped the large masculine body. His son was a star ice hockey player, and his job was to protect his body and be his tool - a task he felt most useful and content in.

If you enjoyed this story, perhaps the other ones of the series are also something you'd like.

#inanimate transformation #inanimate tf #two sides of the same coin #male transformation #muscle tf

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isa-ghost · 24 days

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Do you have any headcanons as far as Philza and BBHs' relationship? I've enjoyed thinking about that because I think it's one of the few relationships on Philza's side that's actually a bit more complicated? But also Philza saying that BBH wouldn't lie is the funniest thing ever.

Or if no headcanons about Philza and BBH specifically what about Philza, Bad, and Cellbit as a trio in charge of the order because I really loved that

OOOH this is gonna be an interesting challenge because I don't watch a lot of Bad :0!

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Obligatory they're both thousands of years old mention. There's some things they can talk about and relate on that no one else on the island can. MAYBE Foolish, but Foolish tends to just focus on the present and vibe. Phil and Bad though, in the right conditions, they could and will have deep conversations about the past and their experiences.

On that note holy fucking shit these two would be terrifying teamed up together. If the Feds ever do something harmful or permanent to the eggs, god help them when these two decide they're armed enough and hatch a plan. They'll rain hell on the entire island and then some. And every other parent will be more than willing to join them. Do Not Piss Off The Immortal Murder Dads.

Phil could tell clearly that Bad is part demon. Finding out he was part reaper was a surprise. Honestly with how much of a lil trickster Bad is, Phil is surprised he isn't part Fae or something.

Phil takes one look at how Bad goes "no idea what you're talking about, nothing happened :D" about stuff like him Literally Dying and is like [uncanny Mr Incredible] "at least I'm not that bad." Phil just (very poorly) hides things and says he's fine. He doesn't straight up deny anything happened (and couldn't convincingly act like nothing is wrong the way Bad can if he tried)

Missa is a reaper. Bad is a reaper. Phil wants to see them talk about reaper things together. Or see them both in action. He himself can also carry small conversations about it since he's learned so much through osmosis :D

Actually that's kinda why Phil feared Bad so much during Purgatory. That was him in action. And he never wants to be on an opposing side of it again.

He doesn't resent Bad for Purgatory btw he just jokes like it sometimes. Same as with Tubbo (or anyone else for that matter), he blames the Watcher for trying to destroy their friendships.

Has straight up looked Bad in the eyes like "are you aware you are raising the most terrifying egg. Are you." He genuinely thinks if Dapper wanted to, he could kill Phil in his sleep. Every time he sees Dapper, he's learned something new and insane.

Tbh Phil sometimes envies how full of whimsy Bad is. He's seen infinitely more horrors than Phil for sure, yet he always ironically seems like a little ball of sunshine despite being a literal shadow lookin demon. What The Fuck is this man's secret to staying so silly.

Phil is endlessly fascinated by the extent to which Bad can come up with more and new protections for the eggs. He thinks of stuff not even remotely on Phil's radar. See, Phil's a safety expert as a survivalist, but most of his skills involve using what's around you and your wits, because survival is largely about relying only on yourself because you rarely have any other choice. Bad on the other hand will not hesitate to seek out new tech, other people, or tinker and experiment until he discovers new ways to use anything and everything he can get his hands on. Phil admires how intuitive he is.

Also Bad is really good at making bases and Phil enjoys seeing how balanced the aesthetics and practical parts are. Bad can make something look cozy and lavish as hell while also putting like a billion farms and gadgets into it.

I wonder how a conversation about possession would go. :) Surely Bad has some insight on it as a demon?

Something about how the two of them have arguably the most horrific egg death nightmares. I don't know where to go with this but goddamn would Crows and Ghosties be feasting.

Actually wait shut up, I just realized something kinda cute. In the same way Phil can talk to birds (particularly crows ofc), Bad can talk to the dead/undead (particularly ghosts). Imagine the sillies that could come out of that. It's said that animals can see the dead, what if Phil's murder conspires with the ghosts that follow Bad around ;D

The moment Phil would use his wings if they were healed, Bad would clock that he's the Angel of Death. I'm not sure he saw Phil flying during Purgatory, but if he did, he knows. And that would lead to many interesting conversations. :)

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #qphil headcanons

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anxi-aashi · 2 months

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Here's a request: How about Kaeya (somewhat drunkenly) eloping with traveller!reader for awhile and when they come back don't tell anyone they're married?

There's already a pre-established relationship.

a novel request indeed :) thanks for the ask and enjoy!!

You loved your boyfriend. You really did. Kaeya was truly all and more than you could ever ask for in a partner, and there was never one moment in your relationship where he made you regret falling for him.

But drunk Kaeya? He was difficult.

Not difficult as in annoying, per se. Kaeya was no stranger to alcohol – he could hold his liquor pretty well. But you could always tell when Kaeya had passed the realm of tipsiness and began to venture into the land of black-out nothing because he would just start… saying shit. What if I took a piss in this glass and gave it to Diluc? I think goats know more than they let on. I wish we could have sex in Jean’s office… just once.

“We should get married.”

That had to be the most appalling one you’d heard by far.

There you both were, spending an evening in each other’s company at the Angel’s Share. Charles had stepped out earlier, not feeling well, so you took up his closing duties for him while Kaeya watched you from the bar, glass of wine in hand.

Your hand wiping down the bar stopped it motion and you took a look at him.

Kaeya gazed at you, chin propped up in his hand as he leaned against the counter across from you. He had forgone his coat a while ago, claiming it was “too hot” even though it was the middle of winter in Mondstadt (the smirk that he donned as he told you so let you know he just wanted you to have a good look at his toned chest). A lazy smile painted his face as he repeated, “Let’s get married.”

You were unimpressed. “No.”

The smile immediately slid off his face, his hand slapping dramatically onto the bar from under his chin. “Do you not love me anymore?”

“No, babe, I love you plenty. But I don’t accept proposals from drunk people,” you reasoned, tossing the damp cloth to the side. You could sense this conversation going on for a bit.

Kaeya rolled his eyes. “M’ not drunk.”

“Well, you’re definitely not sober.”

Whatever he mumbled next was unintelligible to your ears, leaving you the opportunity to admire your boyfriend in peace.

Moments like these were rare; with your search for your twin seeming to not have an end in sight, you were able to spend less and less time in Mondstat with him. Moments like these made a nasty part of your mind start saying shit of its own: “What if you just gave up?”

It would be so easy. Your twin clearly didn’t want to be found, and you’d be able to travel anywhere you wanted for however long you wished. And truth be told, you knew if Kaeya asked you to stay, you would do so in a heartbeat. He could convince you of anything he wanted – but you knew he wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t ask. That was one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

But Kaeya wasn’t done talking.

“Would you?” he asked. And your chest tightened a bit at the vulnerability in his voice.

You grabbed his hands and brought them to your lips, giving them a kiss. His eyes, or the one you could see, at least, darted around your face while he awaited your response.

“Kaeya, I would love to marry you,” you whispered, “but I seriously do not trust you to remember this conversation in the morning.”

That was apparently all he needed to hear. He beamed at you and leaned over the bar with ease to pull you in for a kiss of his own.

As you parted, you could feel his next words on your lips: “Don’t tempt me.”

And really, all the time you’ve spent with him should’ve prepared you for this, because the next morning you woke up to find him down on one knee on your side of the bed.

Which is exactly how you found yourself in this situation.

The two of you had just gotten back from your spur-of-the-moment trip to Sumeru; a whole three weeks of pure bliss with your new husband.

Eloping was actually your idea, and it didn't take much convincing to get Kaeya to agree. It was his idea, however, to not tell anyone once you got back. Not for any particular reason – he just wanted to see how long it would take people to notice the ring on your finger.

And archons was he making it easy for them.

You couldn’t walk five steps without his hands wrapping around your waist, squeezing your hips, caressing the small of your back. He was never shy with PDA before, but now he was an absolute menace.

Outside the Good Hunter, you had to eat your serving of mint jelly with one hand. He sat across from you, holding your left hand hostage, thumb idly brushing over your wedding ring.

“People are staring,” you mused to him during a lull in your conversation.

Kaeya hummed, but the corner of his mouth twitched into the beginnings of a smile. “Oh? I wonder why.”

“You know, people would stare less if they knew why you were being so touchy with me,” you suggested, raising and eyebrow.

He mirrored your expression, his smile growing playful. “And what if I want them to stare?”

“You were the one that wanted to keep this a secret!”

He just shrugged. “Let's be honest, I could never keep you a secret for long.”

You rolled your eyes, but heat rushed up to your cheeks. “You want to tell them, don’t you?” you deadpanned.

Kaeya gave you an obviously fake clueless expression. “Them?”

You used your free hand to gesture at the plaza.

He grinned. “You know me so well.”

Kaeya wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, he was your husband. And now all of Mondstat knew.

#snail.answers #snail.writes #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact x reader

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syo0x · 8 days

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Hiii-!!! Can I request Fyodor , Nikolai, Shibusawa with a reader who has a pet lion? The lion is easily gets pissed off but when with Reader the lion is a sweet little baby?

Reader with a Pet Lion!

Characters: Fyodor, Nikolai, Shibusawa

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Fyodor

Fyodor is rather amused and fascinated knowing you have a lion pet.. he was curious how you managed to tamed such a dangerous creature. As you both talking he can notice that your pet lion was glaring at him, and of course.. he knows that it won't attack him unless you said so.

"What's wrong, Fyodor?" You asked as he looked rather unfocused.

"It's nothing.." He smiled gently.. " It's just your dear companion seem to have a problem with me." Fyodor said.. as you looked at your pet lion and they looked behaved and their eyes shone from cuteness while your pet looks at you.

You can't help but adore your lion and immediately start to pet your it and giggling.. " What're you saying... they're so adorable... "

Fyodor looks at both of you and more amused... It seems like the lion is fond to you. And he wanted to pet the lion too, just seeing the lion's soft fur makes him want to pet it more.... "May i pet it?" If it's all right with you." He asked.

You nodded excitedly in response as Fyodor about to put his hand on the lion glared at him deadly. He immediately pulled his hand away. He’d seen enough of cats and lions to know when to approach the situation cautiously, but he never received such an unwelcomed look.

“My, this cat… looks like it’ll try and eat my hand.." He said calmly, leaning back slightly on his seat as he observed the lion.

You were confused... cause you've never seen them like that before, as you just ignored it and keep clinging to your pet. While fyodor observed the two of you, and noticed the bond between the two of you are sweet and admirable. He smiled at the sight of both of you...

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Nikolai

You were busy and focused doing something as you heard someone whispered in your ear. You were surprised and got scared as you turned to face it and saw Nikolai.

"W-..Wha.. Nikolai?!" You said surprised.

He giggled, saying with that happy voice of his as he gave you a grin. One you secretly despised, he was celebrating that he managed to scare you.

You sigh.. as he always does this.. and why're you not getting used to this?!.. Suddenly you heard someone running and saw your pet lion about to attack Nikolai, he managed to dodge it of course as you told your lion to behaved as they looked at you softly.

"Hehe~.. Nice try, little kitty~" Nikolai said and looked at your lion.

You can often see both of them chasing each other... and it was troublesome... but it's easier to manage your pet rather than Nikolai.

Your lion looks at you with a pleading look, trying to apologize as you can't help with the cuteness and immediately give them attention and completely forget about Nikolai.

Nikolai tried to get your attention by teleporting you to him... as he leaned very close to you. "Why don't you focus on me?" Nikolai said, frowning as you got flustered and speechless.

Your lion was clearly pissed as he attacked Nikolai and chased each other.. and left you completely flustered.

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Shibusawa

Both of you were sitting quietly in the room while you pet your lion. You can't help but notice Shibusawa was staring at you.

"Somethings wrong?" You asked... as he smiled.

"I was just amused how you can manage to have such an adorable companion," He said, still staring.. as you realize he was looking at your pet lion. You sighed and smiled

"You can pet it if you want." You said as his eyes widened and seemed rather excited? you've never really seen him like that he always looks bored and tired.

As he was about to pet your lion.. and yes.. he saw a deadly glare.. which makes it want to pet it more, as he finally lands his hand to your lion's soft fur.. he let out a soft smile. Your lion was still glaring at him while you focused on Shibusawa's smile. It was really endearing to see it.

He let go and chuckled. "You indeed have a beautiful pet yet a sharp one." He said while your lion started licking his fur where he touched and looked pissed off as you looked at your pet again, and your lion quickly looked at you cutely acting like a baby... it looked... as you expected.

You just smiled at the compliment you got. You can't still forget Shibusawa's soft smile... perhaps... using your lion to see it again wouldn't be that bad, right?

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(Hello, Sorry, im that familiar with Shibusawa's personality, but i tried my best ( ´△｀). Enjoy reading!)

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd shibusawa

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drizztdohurtin · 1 month

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I'm not well versed into DND lore, so I gotta ask , are drow men canonically submissive and breedable? Is nere just being a brat?

OK OK OKOK OK ok okOK OK ONE YAPPUCCINO COMING UP ☝☝☝☝ (clearly I have been foaming at the mouth to finally get a chance to answer this from the minute you sent it) !!!!

It's like sorta tricky to answer but not really at the same time. So in Drow culture (more specifically: Lolthian cities), men are second-class citizens, and the entire society is matriarchal. Women in all ways are dominant and domineering. They don't really marry, they rarely have relationships (romantic relationships), but they are taught that sex is for your own pleasure and for procreation when the time is right.

Men offer themselves to women, and if she is interested she will take them either for her pleasure or to reproduce (or both) - but she's often not concerned with his pleasure.

WITH THAT BEING SAID: Drow men are, indeed, submissive and breedable, but only because they are raised and expected to be that way. Whether or not that's actually what they prefer/enjoy is another discussion. Keep in mind, they're also likely raised to know that sex is not for their pleasure - so if that's what you're indoctrinated to believe, how many sexual preferences would you really have? It definitely comes down to each individual.

(foaming at the mouth now bc I get to talk about Nere) OKAY NERE Ugh god, my submissive, breedable little brat, Nere. Because men are raised to serve women in Lolthian culture (and he is a Lolth-sworn Drow), leaving Lolth and no longer serving her meant that he did not have to be a part of a matriarchal society anymore and he gained a lot of freedom.

Becoming a leader of any kind as a man who used to be sworn to Lolth is a big deal, so I imagine that becoming a leader within the cult of the Absolute started his power trip. "I'm no longer at the mercy of others, no longer at the mercy of women. Now I lead, and others are at my mercy," is probably the general thought in his head. He definitely has a big head about it by the time you meet him.

extra NSFW thoughts under the break:

Despite how tough and dominating he thinks he is, I know for a fact that the second you let him fuck he would have no idea what to do - and he'd be very clumsy and it'd piss him off. He probably wouldn't even last that long.

If Tav is a woman, especially a Drow woman (Seldarine or Lolth-sworn, doesn't matter), it'd be very easy to make him fold. He'd hate to admit it but even if he's the one that's railing into you, he'd still find it invigorating if you retained your dominance over him; that is, make it clear that he's only fucking you like that because you're allowing him to. Allowing him to fuck you is a privilege that you could take away at any moment; he'd actually hate how intoxicating it was to him, he'd hate how much he loved to be dominated.

#the fact that someone thought to come to me to ask this question is such an honor #I could've kept going too LSDFASDL #i need a chill pill fr Nere gets me so worked up #serena the yap-atron 3000 #my pathetic baby boy #my writing #nere #my hcs #ask #smut #bg3 #x reader

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shina913 · 7 months

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Nothing | JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Rating: PG-15; SFW

Genre: Established relationship; domestic AU; angst; fluff

Warnings: Some cussing; OC has a massive mood swing; arguing/bickering; Hobi makes a savage comment

Word count: 1.2k words

Summary: You and Hobi try to make dinner until you start bickering.

A/N: I miss Hobi 🥰 Thank you @midnightagust for your eyes!

"No, they're not doing it like that in the video. We should score the skin like he does here," you say, holding the kitchen knife at an angle just above the pork.

Hoseok disagrees. "Just poking the fork through the skin is enough. It pushes out the fat but keeps the meat juicy. If you slice through the skin, it might get dry."

You're debating how to prepare a slab of pork belly. You came across a video about it by chance and were excited to try out the recipe. Making it at home has always been something you wanted to do, and the video made it seem simple enough.

What you didn't expect was Hoseok questioning a crucial method, despite never having made the dish himself.

You shake your head, wanting to stick to the original poster's method. "Yeah, but this dude uses the same oven as us. If we just poke the skin, the fat won't render quickly and it'll take forever for it to get crispy. At that rate, we might as well have it for breakfast!"

You prepare to sink your knife into the skin but stop when he makes another remark.

“Well, that’s how my mom does it and it always comes out great.”

You love his mom and she loves you, but in that particular moment, something about his comment irked you. It made you question your cooking skills.

“Then maybe you should just ask your mom to make it for you tonight,” you snap, feeling a mix of frustration and insecurity. You throw the knife into the sink, hoping to release some of the built-up tension. The clanging sound of metal on metal rings through the room and Hoseok’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

You scrub your hands over the sink—a little too aggressively—to get the remnants of raw meat off them. “I’m fine!”

“All I’m trying to say is that we shouldn’t ruin the meat.”

“Right! Because that’s clearly my goal, to ruin the meat!” You wipe your hands on a dish towel just as violently and toss it onto the counter.

His mouth falls open at your actions. You rarely fight, but when you do, he’s not one to go full-out, guns blazing. Oh no... He goes for the sneak attack.

Subtly, he shifts his weight, jutting his hip out giving the outward impression that he’s still relaxed. Then, he drops the bomb. “I didn’t realize we were having your attitude for dinner, too.”

You suck in a sharp breath. You’ve been together for years and know which buttons to avoid and which ones to push—hard.

The tension in the room reaches its peak as you bicker and argue back and forth. Your voices escalate, overlapping with each other's as you try to make your points heard. The frustration is palpable, and you can sense the anger bubbling up within you.

You wave your hands in mid-air. "Okay, I’m done! I don't want to talk about this anymore!" You can feel yourself getting angrier and you don't want to say anything you would regret in the heat of the moment.

He bites down on his lips, realizing that he’d been acting like a dick throughout the whole process. His voice softens and he attempts to explain. "Babe, I didn’t mean to piss you off with my mom-comment. I just thought–"

"Nope!” You interject as you’ve had enough. “I said I’m done with this conversation now," you declare and march toward the bedroom.

As your words hang in the air, he feels the weight of his actions and wants to make amends. "Baby, wait. Please, can we work this out? I'm sorry," his voice now filled with regret as he chases after you down the hallway.

“Can we please hug it out so I know that we’re okay?” He asks while you both stand at the door’s threshold. Hoseok knows that touch is your love language. But in your current state of mind, the idea of him holding you feels repulsive.

"No! I need space," you recoil before shutting the door in his face.

He closes his eyes tightly, realizing that trying to reason with you at this moment is pointless. He walks back to the kitchen to clean up and then collapses onto the couch. Sinking his head into the cushions, he lets out a deep sigh.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to calm down your racing heartbeat, you groan and shed tears out of frustration... maybe even from overreaction or PMS. You know the anger will fade away, giving you the chance to have a decent conversation with him. But for now, you need some time alone to gather your thoughts.

******

You didn't realize it, but you cried yourself sleep. When you wake up, it's still dark outside. You look at your phone to check the time, and then turn to see Hoseok sleeping on the bed, curled up facing you.

Seeing him resting on top of the sheets and keeping a safe distance from you shows that he still respected your boundaries. It tugs at your heartstrings.

Your face softens, and your finger brushes his cheek. He stirs at your touch and rubs his eyes, gradually waking up. Realizing that he had been asleep on the bed longer than intended, panic immediately sets in.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I know you wanted some space...I set an alarm…” he babbles. “Sorry, I’ll get out."

"No,” you stop him and offer a warm smile. “It's okay."

He really tried to sleep on the couch, but the guilt from your argument kept him tossing and turning. He crept into the room, hoping to settle things with you, but realizing that you were already asleep, he eventually fell asleep himself.

You give a little nod and seeing him in this state, you decide to make things right.

“I apolo—”

“I’m sorry—”

It appears that he had the same thing in mind. He nods and yields to you.

"I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier."

Hoseok visibly relaxes and sits up. "And I'm sorry for saying stupid things to you. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.”

"I got too caught up, too. I think it was a combination of being hungry and tired,” you grimace. “Not that those are valid excuses.”

"Yeah, me too," he chuckles. “I’m sorry I was acting like a know-it-all earlier. And I didn’t mean to compare you to my mom. I love your cooking.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You smile and gaze at him affectionately. After settling blowups like this, you find yourself craving his touch.

"Do you think I can still get that hug?" You ask meekly.

His lips curl into that slow, irresistible smile that you adore so much. "Always."

You climb onto him slowly, placing one leg on each side, and then fall into his waiting arms. You nuzzle into his neck, feeling him kiss your hair in return. You sigh against his skin, relieved to put this argument behind you.

"I'm sorry for being a moody bitch when I’m hungry."

He chuckles and tightens his arms even more. “If I get koala hugs like this in return, I’ll make sure you’re fed all the time."

"I am kinda hungry, though," you say, realizing that you both skipped dinner.

He throws his head back in laughter. "It's 3:30 AM and all the takeout places are closed. The only options are Oreos or instant ramyeon."

Even though both of those options sound good, you remember the dish you were planning to make before your argument escalated. You move away from him and say, "I can still cook the pork belly.”

"Are you sure? It could take forever," he asks.

"It's not like we have anywhere to be tomorrow," you shrug.

He cups your cheek in his hand and kisses you softly. "Okay. I'll make the rice."

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whxre-bxby · 8 months

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For the hate-fucking with Brown or Ja, maybe they would hate each other because they like knew each other in the past (like high school rivalry) and they never outgrew it.

Or they're just really competitive keep trying to outdo the other.

Or when they woke up as recoms they were both really distraught by the situation and when emotions ran high they both said some hurtful stuff and after that they started hating each other

Just some suggestions! :)

Why not combine both into one :D , I chose the last idea. Thank you for your request!

Recom Brown x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Ja

Hatefucking with Brown and Ja

Masterlist (baseball cap buddies)

Summary: After waking up as recoms, many soldiers keep neglecting their emotions which leads to them exploding one day. Y/N gets into an argument with both Ja and Brown and they solve it by finally once giving in to their instincts and listening to their bodies.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, arguing, manhandling, roughness, angry/hate sex, non-con, hurt/comfort, aftercare, threesome, orgasm denial, teasing, penetration, blowjob

Word Count: 6949

As you definitely already know by now, waking up in an Avatar wasn’t easy for the recoms. You all struggled but no one ever talked about it. Suppressing and ignoring is easier than acknowledging and solving.

It’s an unhealthy strategy, you know that, but it does work. To a certain extent at least. Sometimes, bottling up emotions will cause them to suddenly burst one day. When that happens, things usually escalate.

Now to bring up the inevitable, that exact thing already happened.

About a week ago you lost your patience with two soldiers specifically. They broke too.

You’re in the weaponry, holding a wetted rag in one hand and your assault rifle in the other. The weapon which now has scratches and a dent in it because of the way it was carelessly chucked at you by Ja.

That was the first small spark of the huge fire that broke out that day.

He’s clearly in a bad mood which infected you. His behaviour is unprofessional and you yourself aren’t in the best state of mind to be dealing with his moody self.

But you have a little self-control left in you, so you don’t comment on his behaviour. You let it slide. Nonetheless, you’re pissed off. Your ears are flattened back and a frown is covering your usually cheerful face.

Ja notices your mood change but it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s because of him. Sitting around the room on the other benches are Brown and Prager. Everyone is busy. Which is why Ja should focus on his work and not yours.

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” he suddenly blurts out, breaking the heavy silence. The silence was comfortable and pleasant before he threw the weapon right next to you.

Your movements of wiping the grease from the gun still and you ask yourself whether you heard that right. You hope for his sake that you imagined it because if he were to have the nerve to comment on your doings after his little childish fit, you would lose it.

You glance up at him, studying his expression only to realise he did in fact say that and is now awaiting a reaction. Brown and Prager and now listening too.

“You think I don’t know how to clean my own weapon?” You ask with an undertone of sass which has his ears flipping back too.

“I can see you’re clueless.”

That’s it. You can’t stand him anymore. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing, dipshit.” you sneer at him, resting your hands on your lap while he stands in front of you.

“Maybe that’s why our weapons haven’t been working properly lately. ‘Cause you have no idea what you’re doin’.”

You’re speechless and boiling with anger. Who does he think he is?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t throw them on the fucking ground they would work just fine.”

Ja isn't able to fire back an argument at that. Perhaps he forgot he even mishandled your weapon. That could very well be the case. The number of overwhelming emotions have caused many of you to become hotheaded, but you were too angry with Ja to excuse his behaviour.

You get up to stand at eye level with him. His stare is hard and intimidating now but you won't back down. You're not scared of him.

"Don't start bitching to me about shit I know. It's not my problem you're all moody." You snap, provoking him by mimicking his voice in an exaggerated manner.

"Moody?" He scoffs, taking a step forward to intimidate you. "You've been actin' like a bitch all day."

You laugh at his pathetic comment. There's almost no point arguing with him. It’s like talking to a rude brick wall.

"I haven't even seen you today, until now." You reply.

Prager steps up, walking a few steps closer to Ja and me.

"Cut it out, both of you. We have to finish this in an hour." Prager says. He's right, we have a tight schedule and this is wasting time.

Ja glares at him. "This doesn't concern you. She's been like this the whole time so I'm gonna deal with her now."

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to 'deal' with shit. Brush it off like everyone else."

"Yeah, like that's what you do." He chuckles darkly.

"I let you, throwing my fucking weapon on the ground, slide earlier. I didn't call you out for almost breaking the door handle when you came in and I didn't complain about Brown not putting the fucking weights back." You snarl at Ja but now Brown stands up too.

"Don't pull me into this shit." Brown says and Prager sighs before taking his weapon and leaving the room.

"Just like your mess almost pulled me to the floor?" You continue to provoke, shifting your gaze from Ja to Brown.

Brown had left his weights on the ground of the gym the other day instead of putting them back and you almost tripped over them after your workout.

"Hey, I'm not the one blocking the shower for an entire hour." He snarls and you roll your eyes.

"At least I fucking shower." You fire back. "Both of you smell like shit."

Ja takes offence again and glares at you as you turn around to pick up your weapon. The second you straighten your posture, a hand is on your shoulder and it roughly spins you around to face the two of them.

"You do it on purpose don't you?" Ja snarls.

His words catch you off guard. You don't understand.

"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. Your angry tone fades with the question.

"You wind us up." Brown adds, seeming to understand what Ja is saying.

"I wind you up?!" You almost shout in disbelief. "Do you know how long I've been fighting the urge to punch you two?!"

They grin evilly at you, probably imagining you attempting to punch them. It makes you want to do it that much more.

"I saved your lives you know?" You tease, shifting your weight from one leg to another.

"Oh yeah, how?" Ja scoffs.

"Pure self-control." You snarl, hinting at the fact that you're trying your best to not kill them.

"Something you both lack."

"Yeah, well you don't make it easy." Ja replies, stepping forwards so that he's all up in your space. His chest bumps against yours and your heart is racing. You tell yourself it's from the anger but really, it's because of them. Your hatred for each other has caused tension between the three of you.

You don't know how to reply to that so you take a step back, trying to read his expression before your yes avert to Brown's.

"What do you use? Is it some fuckin' body wash?" He asks and you just stare up at him in confusion.

" ‘S that why it takes you so fuckin' long to shower?" Brown grins scanning your body over.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, upping the tone once more and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

There's a small pause while you await their answer. Both soldiers exchange looks before staring at you a little while longer. As if they aren't sure why you aren't catching on to what they're saying.

"Your smell. It's different." Ja says. You're at a loss for words. Are they seriously insulting your hygiene after mentioning themselves you take the most care of yourself?

"I smell different?" You ask in disbelief, trying to understand what is going through their heads.

"You didn't smell like this before." Brown adds. You feel like you’re going mad. What the actual fuck are they talking about?

"Before what?" you fire back, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Before we became recombinants. When we were human." Brown replies. Their eyes are fixated on you and their full attention makes you slightly nervous. You’re not used to this.

“What are you even saying?” You ask again, telling yourself you will just leave like Prager if they don’t start making sense soon.

Ja exhales loudly and still looks angry at you.

“You expect us to be able to work properly with you smelling so fuckin’ good?”

The words slowly sink in and you realise they are actually not insulting you. That’s a surprise.

“Whatever you’re usin’, let it be.” Brown growls, backing up Ja. They both seem fed up.

You think about their words and reactions for a minute, putting the puzzle pieces together in your mind while they just watch you.

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind which has it all making sense and you gasp in shock before bursting out in laughter.

Now it’s their turn to be confused. Ja and Brown exchange a quick questioning glance before turning back to you.

“What so fuckin’ funny?” Ja asks. His bad mood is still very much present.

You have to pause your giggles to explain.

“There’s no body wash in the bathrooms you morons.” you wheeze, holding your side to prevent stitches. “We’re not even allowed to use it.”

They don’t quite understand and continue to cluelessly stare at you.

“Poor babies, you’re going through your cycles.” You coo teasingly, trying to piss them off even more.

Both their ears instantly flip back at the pet name and it makes you grin even more.

You turn away, wanting to wash the cloth you were just cleaning your gun with but once again, you’re pulled back to them and turned around. Ja tugs you back with such force you land right in front of them, almost bumping into their chests.

You sigh, finally being able to relax your aching facial muscles from the laughing. “You didn’t read the documents did you?”

They stay silent for a few seconds before shaking their heads. Apparently, you were one of the only soldiers who read all the information about the new bodies.

“Being all frustrated and moody tricks your body into thinking it’s your fucking seasonal cycle. Then you get all angry and horny for one specific person.” you grin evilly, pushing Brown’s chest back to create some sort of space between you and them. He just stumbles back one step, suddenly listening intently.

“You’ve been honoured with me.” You tease. “Too bad you hate me and vice versa.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. Their gazes are no longer curious, but predatory in a way.

“You’re serious?” Ja asks. His voice seems deeper than before.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t make this shit up. The last thing I’m doing is trying to get in your pants, asshole.” you snarl. The insults naturally come to you at this point and you’re not sure whether you’re even speaking the truth.

“Quit it with the attitude.” Brown growls. The way he says the words makes shivers run up your spine but at the same time it pisses you off.

“Me? Look at how you’re fucking behaving. Leave me the fuck alone before you fall in love.” you torment him, taking a few steps back to reach for the cloth again.

“You’re too much of a bitch to even like.” he snarls at you. You would have thrown insults back if you’re wandering eyes wouldn’t have accidentally landed on his crotch. They then flickered over to Ja’s pants and he seemed to have the same problem.

This is pathetic. “Awwh seems you really have it bad for me.” you fake a sweet voice, giving them puppy eyes.

“Yeah?” Brown scoffs. “Not the only one. I can fucking smell you Y/N.”

“Apparently you always can.” you fire back, trying your best to avoid being exposed like them.

“Why do you make everything so hard for us?” he sneers and you chuckle.

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Bitch.” he growls, muttering the curse under his breath.

“That’s your problem.” you say, shrugging your shoulder and turning your back to them once again. If they spin you around once more you will deliver a punch to one of their faces.

“Our problem.” Ja corrects and it makes me scrunch my face in confusion. The fuck does that mean?

“Glad you have something in common.” you mutter, not bothering to give them your full attention anymore.

“And I’m gonna deal with it.” Brown mumbles, probably talking to Ja but you overheard what he said. You want to turn around and question him but suddenly, a hand wraps around the base of your queue while the other catches both your wrists behind your back.

You gasp in surprise at the sudden roughness but before you can comprehend who is doing what, you’re being pushed forward. Your chest and face are pressed down against the hard surface of a metal table.

You can hear Ja chuckle from somewhere behind you but it’s now clear to you that Brown has had enough and is pinning you against the furniture.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Brown teases, growling the words. You hiss at him, trying to break free from his harsh grip but it’s useless.

“Get off of me you son of a-”

He chuckles darkly at your miserable escape attempts. “Then don’t think that I will. By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to fucking talk like that anymore.”

Within moments after he speaks those words, you can hear him unbuckling his belt. You freeze, wondering whether you heard that correctly. Was he being serious?

When his hands start roughly opening yours and tugging down your cammies, you realise he wasn’t playing around anymore.

Your body is in a state of unexpected shock and you don’t quite know how to react, but your stomach still continues to twist in excitement. An excitement they can smell. One that clouds their minds with lust and blinds out all common sense.

Ja comes around the table, squatting down in front of you and grinning at your helpless and surprised expression.

“Thought we’d let you just leave after all that?” he teases, lifting his hand to demeaningly stroke your cheek. You tilt your face away from his touch but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while Brown continues to strip your bottom half naked.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” you hiss at him in between struggles, hating how easily they took control of the situation. “I thought you- hated me.”

Brown has now removed both of your pants and underwear and his large hand suddenly slid over the curve of your ass before roughly groping at it. It makes you whimper when you feel how mean he is being with you, definitely leaving the skin red. Ja glances up at Brown and when his eyes meet yours again, his grin has grown wider.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ hate you. Your attitude most of all.” he chuckles, deeply staring into your eyes. “But at least we can fix that.”

You frown, wishing you could slap that smirk clean off his face. But he isn’t taking you seriously. Not when you’re bent over a table, half naked and being manhandled by his friend.

Suddenly, Brown delivers a stinging slap to the area his hand just assaulted and it makes you flinch. You have to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. Something tells you that even tears won’t help you out of this.

“But there’s no denyin’ that you’re the hottest bitch around.” he grins, before getting up and pushing your head to the side.

Above you, Brown chuckles again and you feel his hand slide lower until his two fingers slip down between your shamefully wet folds.

“You’re sure you don’t have the same problem as we do, baby?” he asks, teasing you for being equally as worked-up as they are.

“Never in a hundred years would I feel any sort of attraction to you idiots.” you spit your words, trying your best to still resist.

“Guess we’ll find out.” he replies. His voice sounds strained. “I’ll fuck you dumb, Y/N.”

His words startle you and in the next second, Brown thrusts forward and his tip instantly penetrates your throbbing pussy. Your hands ball into fists at the intrusion and you press your forehead against the cold table, clenching your eyes closed. It felt different than you remember. Maybe it’s because your Avatar isn’t used to this.

Brown hisses in pleasure, not stopping his movements until he is buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck-” he groans, letting go of your queue and now just holding your hip and wrists behind your back. “So tight.”

You whimper, clenching your jaw. “It hurts.”

Your voice is quiet and shaky but he hears you. He hesitates to move after what he heard you say. To test the waters, he slowly pulls out, keeping just the tip of his dick between your lips. His eyes peer down to where you two are connected and his whole body freezes when he spots a few specks of blood. He knows very well it’s not from him and now he isn’t only questioning what he is doing, he’s regretting his actions.

His eyes are wide with shock as he just stares at it. His thoughts are racing and his heartbeat picks up. What made him think he could do this to you? Instantly, his hands let go of you and you let them fall to your sides.

Ja notices something is wrong and glances under your tail to be met with the safe horrific site his friend is seeing. It’s horrific to them, but surprisingly less bad for you.

They don’t understand. You’re scent clearly told them you were ready for sex and it fueled their instincts to mate. Now, seeing the potential harm they caused, snaps them back into reality for a few moments.

“Shit- Y/N, I thought you wanted…” he stops mid-sentence, being reminded of your protests. We’re they that ignorant?

To their horror and confusion, you suddenly look calm. Your body is relaxed and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“I’m bleeding aren’t I?” you ask, feeling almost certain you know what is happening.

“Yeah…” Brown replies and Ja takes a step back, not sure how to react. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I-”

“Brown, calm the fuck down.” you say, silencing not only his panicked voice but their worried thoughts.

Your tail lifts higher and you caress his jaw with it, looking over your shoulder with a grin. He doesn’t move away, he lets it happen. The silence makes him uncomfortable and he draws his hips back a little to completely remove himself from you but suddenly, you push back against him. Your hips follow his and you slide yourself back on his dick, taking him slightly deeper than just the tip.

He freezes again, watching you in confusion and shock. Neither of the soldiers understood what was happening but watching you willingly press yourself up against him again made his dick twitch. Almost making him harder than before which is nearly impossible.

“Tha Avatars are virgins. It’s normal.” you say, hoping to help them realise they didn’t hurt you in the way they feared. You didn’t expect to bleed because you didn’t bleed when you lost your virginity as a human. Either way, you know it’s nothing to be worried about.

Both men are silent as they start to rethink everything and process what you just said. Then Brown speaks up, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

“You’re okay?” he asks. His voice is tainted with worry and you can hear a small tremble.

You chuckle, facing forwards again. “Aw, look at that. You guys give a shit about me.”

Behind you, Brown and Ja exchange looks again. As if to make sure they’re both back on board with their original plan.

“Main thing is you act like ‘big boys’, being all mean and grumpy and then you almost cry about a few drops of blood.” You laugh at them, with the full intention of winding them up again. You don’t know why you do it, but it's amusing to you because it’s so easy to get under their skin.

You wiggle your hips against Brown for a few seconds and that’s all it takes for his original self to be back on you.

“I knew you do it on purpose.” he snarls but you know he is grinning to himself. Now you know that he likes it, even if he complains about your bitchy behaviour. Maybe you need to be like this more often.

“Do what?” you ask, playing dumb which makes him chuckle. Fuck, do you do things to him.

“If anyone’ll be cryin’ it’ll be you on my dick.” he says, groping the soft flesh of your hips. Brown loved how soft you were. It very often made him weak when he would watch you. Now, he gets to touch you

“Make it happen before you have another crisis.” you tease, and with that Brown thrusts forward once more. This time, he goes slightly harder than before.

You inhale sharply, stretching your arms forward to hold on to the edge of the table. He pauses, tapping the insides of your ankles with his boot for you to open your legs wider. You move one and he doesn’t bother to wait for the other so he kicks it to the side.

The pain is very mild and is rapidly fading away each time he thrusts forward.

Ja moves in front of you again, leaning down to look at you.

“Dirty girl,” he tuts. “Been needin’ this, huh?”

You stare at him, trying to look composed but your lips constantly fall open in synch with Brown’s movements.

“Needed us to take care ‘f your pretty pussy.” he coos and oddly, the words make you let out a silent moan. He notices your attempt in hiding it.

“Not you specifically.” you push the words out unevenly because you feel like the air is being fucked from your lungs. “You just got lucky.”

Brown was listening and he hums before spanking the sweet spot under your ass. It makes you yelp and jolt forward. Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you than before and you feel like you forgot how to breathe.

“You wanna cum?” Brown asks, seeming slightly agitated by your attitude again.

“You can’t make m-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by reaching beneath you and softly brushing his fingers against your clit. As if he knew what you were going to say so he decided to prove you wrong instead of answering.

“You wanna clench down around my dick? Finally let go and let me take care ‘f you?” he asks, leaning forwards to reach your ear.

Ja is looking up at him with a doubtful and questioning expression.

The offer sounds good but you choose to not answer.

“I’ll take real good care of ya.” he whispers through his heavy breathing. “Fuck you until you’re full of cum. I’ll have y’er legs shakin’ and shit.”

You whimper, feeling overwhelmed. It’s as if he knows exactly what your desperate body needs.

“You want that?” he asks, urging you to answer by fucking you deeper. You feel so close, loving the way he seems to fill you with the girth of his cock while rubbing your clit through your wet lips. Everything suddenly seems perfect.

“Yes-” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Can’t hear ya.” Brown breathes out, seeming to struggle to control himself.

“Yes!” you cry out, arching your back against him. “Please, please. Fuck-” Your hips push back once again. Any second now your orgasm will hit you.

He chuckles again but it almost goes unheard because you’re about to be flooded with pure bliss. Brown straightens his posture again and suddenly, his hips still.

You open your eyes, wondering whether he was readjusting his position but he just stopped.

In confusion, you turn your head and look up at him over your shoulder. There’s an evil smirk stretched across his face and suddenly you realise he screwed you over.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” he says, clearly amused by how confused and desperate you look.

“You’re fucking kidding-” you breathe out. He shakes his head no, looking at Ja who is now grinning too.

In a last attempt to please yourself, you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. Brown’s hands fly to your hips and he curses while digging his fingertips into your soft flesh, holding you still.

“Fuck- you slutty girl.” he swears.

Brown had to force himself to stop even though he wanted nothing more but to have you cum around him. He felt the need to fill you up and he will, but first, he and Ja need to teach you a lesson. One you won’t forget.

Ja stands up and starts to unbuckle his pants in front of you.

“Choke on his dick and I’ll think about it.” Brown says, tugging your hair back and making you look up at Ja.

“You assholes-” you mumble, still trying to calm down your breathing. Brown decides to take it up a notch and he slaps your pussy, making the area of your clit stingy unexpectedly.

You whimper, flinching again and tightening your grip around the edge of the table.

Ja pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh and you stare at him. We’re they both naturally this big or was it because we have Na’vi DNA now? Either way, it’s extremely intimidating and they is no way you think you can fit that in your mouth. You’re surprised you’re managing to take Brown who is still balls-deep inside you as we speak.

“Do it and I’ll let you cum.” Brown says, tilting your head up further to force your mouth open.

“If you listen, I’ll be nice when it’s my turn.” Ja grins, cupping your jaw now to replace Brown’s hand. Your eyes widen at the statement. His turn? You’ve never done anything like this. It’s always only been one person.

“You guys are so cruel.” you mutter, tipping your ears back and drooping your tail in defeat. Both men would almost feel sorry for you if you wouldn’t have had such a rude mouth before.

You huff out a sigh and Ja shifts closer, so you open your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and he rests his tip on it before inching forwards again.

You make sure to show your display of annoyance when wrapping your lips around his dickhead and gently suckling on it. But Ja isn’t looking at your eyes, he’s watching your saliva-coated, plump lips close around his girth. His body shudders and he places a hand into your hair, unable to tear his gaze away from your mouth.

You gently worship his tip, swirling your tongue around it before pressing it up against the slit of his dick. A low grumble erupts from deep within Ja’s chest and his muscles flex to prevent him from thrusting forwards into your warm mouth.

Proceeding with pleasuring him, you remove your lips from his tip and start sloppily licking up and down his length. Your tongue starts at his balls, slowly moving up and tracing along a vein until you reach his tip again.

“Fuckin’ hell…” he murmurs, clenching his stomach muscles in pleasure.

Behind you, Brown slowly pulls out of you, making sure not to trigger your or his orgasm just yet. However, you relax at the feeling of him moving again and let your mouth fall open. Ja uses this to his advantage, almost shoving half his length into your mouth. You don’t protest, you take it. Moving your head forwards, he already brushes against the back of your throat. The uncomfortable feeling makes you freeze your movements so that you won’t gag. Instead, you hiccup while he’s stuffed in your mouth and he grins.

“That’s it,” Ja praises, watching you fight back your gags. “So fuckin’ good for me.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes of slowly forming tears and he almost loses himself in them. Ja feels pity for you and looks back to Brown who is intently watching you work your way down Ja’s length.

“She’s bein’ good. C’mon.” he urges his friend and Brown’s eyes flicker up to Ja.

He nods with a smirk, deciding to tease you a little more before giving in to his and your desires. Brown holds his dick and glides his tip between your folds, watching with dilated pupils how your hips naturally chase his movements in an attempt to stuff yourself full with him again.

“Shit, you have it bad, huh?” he coyly teases, once again lifting your tail to clear his view of your dripping and throbbing heat.

Your ears tip back again. Not as bad as they had it earlier. It’s their fault for getting you so worked up now.

Brown notices the return of your attitude but this time it doesn’t annoy him, it fuels his lust for you.

He leans back down to you, placing his lips near your right ear and whispering, “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until it hurts.”

Your eyes widen at his words but he almost instantly draws back, not waiting for your reaction. You stop paying attention to Ja for a few moments, especially when Brown snaps his hips forwards once more and fills you to the brim with his cock. Almost instantly, your back arches and he grabs a hold of your hips, starting to roughly fuck himself into you.

Ja gently nudges his hips forwards too, slowly urging you to take more of him. You resume your previous actions, and after a few minutes, you realise you can’t think straight. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure every few thrusts and your mouth is hanging open with small droplets of saliva spilling from the sides. You can’t concentrate on Ja anymore and he pulls away. However, he isn’t disappointed in the slightest. Seeing your fucked-out facial expression is a sight he never wants to forget. He would have had to pull away anyway because he didn't want to cum just yet. The first time he gets to have you, he will release his load into you, to mark you as his. Well, Brown’s and his. Brown seems to have the same plan.

Brown’s thighs are slapping against the back of yours with each harsh thrust. He’s plunging his dick as deep as he can into you while digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass. To him, you are the most attractive and sexy thing he has ever seen. He never expected himself to be attracted to an Avatar, not even when he became a recombinant, but at the end of the day, it was you. And you are the best girl out there in both their opinions.

Your new body kept the slim waist you used to have and your soft hips and thighs. They never touched you before but they remembered your body.

“Mmm- fuck, ‘m so close.” you whimper, spreading your legs even further apart and giving yourself to him. Your movement makes Brown hiss. Seeing the girl he was secretly chasing, offer and open herself to him like this is a gift from heaven. Brown and Ja both desired you for a while, which is why their attraction to you spiralled out of control today. It’s another reason why they hated you. You were a bitch to them that they found hot, and it angered them that they had to resist you. At least until now. You had no right being so nerve-killing while looking good.

Brown once again decides to play with you, wanting to overstimulate you in the slightest. His hand once again dips under you and he’s rubbing his middle fingers between your lips and over your clit repeatedly.

You cry out, trying to distance yourself from the rough touch. Your body was still very sensitive from almost cumming before. But Brown held you in place and you had to embrace it, taking everything he’s giving you.

“Just like that baby,” he groans, “Cum for me.”

He continues exactly what he’s doing and the more you tense your body, the faster your orgasm approaches. It hits you like a huge wave, making you hold on to the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white. Your tail stretches upward and is trembling along with your legs. In a desperate attempt to prolong the bliss, your start pushing your hips back against Brown’s to meet his thrusts.

His breath gets caught in his throat and the mixture of your pussy clenching around him, almost sucking him in and refusing to let him pull out and seeing you fuck yourself on him again has Brown cumming.

His hips stutter and he’s sloppily humping your behind, finally shooting his load into your begging pussy and keeping you filled up by plugging your entrance with his cock. Your movements calm down and after a few moments, you’re both still and regaining your breath. He wasn’t lying when he said you’d be crying on his dick. A few tears of pleasure and overstimulation have already run down your cheeks.

He knows he’s been mean with teasing you and he loves how well you took his handling, baring through it all. Brown snakes an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body so that you’re standing in front of him while he stays buried deeps inside you. His arms embrace you from behind, holding you against his chest to make sure you don’t lose your balance. Brown rests his chin on your shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so good,” he whispers in praise, still not letting your warm body go.

This is a new side of him you’ve never seen and it makes you instantly melt and relax against him. You weren’t expecting to be treated so nicely after the argument you had earlier.

“Best girl out there.” he adds. His heavy breathing calms and gently fans against the skin of your neck. The praise sounds so rewarding.

You lean back and close your eyes for a few seconds, relaxing and regaining strength after almost losing control of your trembling body.

Ja walks around the table, watching your interaction before stopping in front of you. Your hazy eyes slowly open and meet his. His hand reaches for you and he leans forward, closing the gap between your lips. You don’t resist. Sure, there were occasions where both of them really got on your nerves and you were sure that if you had a loaded gun in your hand during those times, you would kill them. Earlier today, your weapons weren’t loaded. But somehow you seemed to solve each other's problems now, so why not let it happen?

His hands were all over you, skimming down your waist before gently starting to bunch up the cloth of your tank top. You let him slip it off you while Brown watched, still not removing himself from inside you. Brown’s fingertips traced along your ribcage, exploring the new skin you showed them while Ja started fumbling with your sports bra, slowly tugging it up and over your head so that it could join your pile of clothes on the floor.

You were completely bare in front of them but since your body was cradled between them so you didn’t feel exposed to the room.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty…” Ja whispers, staring at all of you. Behind you, Brown hums in approval and you can feel the vibrations come from his chest. He continues to hold you while Ja cups your breast and kisses you again.

You’re so lust-drunk even after the orgasm Brown gave you, you moan into the kiss. It drives Ja wild, and he intensifies his actions.

“My fucking turn.” he grumbles, pulling away and staring down at your bare pussy. Brown obliges. He’s had his time with you, now Ja should too.

Slowly, Brown retracts his dick from inside you, leaving you sore and hollow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls away, being nudged against Ja’s now bare chest. He holds you upright while Brown sorts himself out, probably putting his pants back on.

After a little less than a minute, I feel Brown’s presence behind me again. It confuses me but Ja doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

His left arm once again wraps around your waist, tighter than before and his right hand stretches down to grab the backside of your knee. Ja reaches for your other leg, placing his palm on the back of your thigh before both men suddenly lift your feet off the ground. You hold on to their arms, gripping their biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement is a surprise to you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Ja grins, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while Brown continues to effortlessly hold you in the air. “We got you.”

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, definitely impressed by their strength. Ja doesn’t waste time with you. He’s already pressing his leaking tip against your entrance. The fact that Brown’s cum is dripping out of you doesn’t bother him at all. As long as it’s either of them fucking you and no one else, they don’t have a problem with it.

“Ready?” he asks, helping Brown hold you up by holding the underside of your thighs.

You gulp nervously, still feeling slightly sore from Brown’s brutality.

He smirks. “I’ll be careful.”

You exhale shakily before nodding. “Okay.”

He pets your thigh as if to show you he liked your answer before he starts to slowly enter you. You squirm in their arms but they keep a firm hold of your body, holding you in place until Ja bottoms out. It’s easier for him to enter you after your pussy has been worked open by Brown.

“Good girl,” Brown whispers into your ear. “Show him how well you can take him.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, faintly nodding your head.

Ja’s lips are parted and his mouth is slightly hanging open as he pants. It’s been too long since either of them have felt pleasure like this. Too long since they’ve been with a woman, but hell, you beat them all.

Ja is starting to hastily thrust himself inside you while watching your expression. It seems so soreness has faded or at least it’s been concealed by lust once more. He is also still stimulated from your sloppy blowjob so Ja has to hold back a little to not cum instantly. He’s into messiness and sloppy sex. It’s his favourite thing, which is probably also why the squelching sounds of your slick and Brown’s cum along with the way the fluids are dripping down you and coating his length, turn him on even more.

“Got one more in ya?” he asks between breaths. At this point you’re so mindblown by the way they have and are fucking you, you could cum on command.

“Yes- fuck. It’s so good-” you breathe out, arching your back again and throwing your head back. Brown’s lips attach to the side of your neck and he nibbles and sucks on your skin. The hickey that he is forming is the least of your concerns. To be completely honest, you want to be covered with them. You want to be theirs in every way possible.

“Let go baby, can’t hold it much- longer.” he struggles to say. The feeling of your wet cunt welcoming him in is exactly what he needs.

And just like on command, you cum. Brown holds you tighter while your body trembles and your toes curl. You’re a moaning mess and a few seconds after you, Ja is stuffing your pussy full of his cum, emptying his load into your drenched hole.

He’s cursing your name and holding you so tightly, his hands leave red marks on your thighs.

“Goddamn. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” Brown grins, continuing to steadily hold you while you and his friend calm down.

“Might have to start forgetting to put away gym equipment on purpose now.” he chuckles, and you scoff and Brown’s joke.

“The only reason this happened is because you morons can’t keep your shit under control.” you say. You would have been fine. They were throwing a tantrum.

Brown frowns. “And just like that, the good girl is gone again.”

“Good girl my ass, this is your doing.” you reply. They’re the reason you get so annoyed with them.

“Maybe we just need to keep fuckin’ her. Then she won’t be talkin’ to us like a bitch anymore.” Ja adds to the conversation.

“Permanent sex to keep your filthy mouth closed and bad attitude gone.” Brown chuckles.

“Forget it, I’m so done right now.” You shut their idea down as your voice slowly recedes to a whisper. You’re exhausted.

They don’t argue with you and carefully place you back on the ground. While you all get dressed you continue to throw insults each other's way but at this point, it’s all playful.

You’re all behind schedule now with your tasks so you sit down again and get back to work on cleaning your weapons. For the next hour or so, all three of you continue talking. The teasing doesn’t stop but you’ve discovered that you hate them a little less now.

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